Elysian Life
The Man I love
has midnight blue eyes
filled with glistening stars
and teeming with ethereal light
.
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His hands are rough
from working hard
but on me are as gentle
as kisses from a butterfly
.
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He calls me Little Storm
‘cause I’m strong and fearless
always speaking up
for the underdog
.
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He smells like barley fields
windswept in the breeze
sultry with the searing sun
and cooled with rain at night
.
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His vibrant laughter
is effervescent
like a vivacious bubbly creek
full of His mysterious ways
.
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He holds me
in our moonlit bed at eventide
with an everlasting love
and tenderness
.
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He stirs my soul
in a way that nobody else can
with ache and longing
filling my open heart
.
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I am His woman and He is my Man
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