I hold my wondrous lady tenderly
She kisses me with passion
In our affair there’s always two
And we both have one fashion
Of loving
We’ve found a love we’ve never known
Someone with whom we’re free
And in that freedom we will share
Ourselves upon the sea
Of loving.
We’ll gaze upon the other’s face
And feel the love repeat
And touch our souls together
As we increase the beat
Of loving
Yes she’s a wondrous lady
Her being is so pure
And because of everything she gives
I am in myself secure
Of loving
What a lovely poem....for one to bestowe the feeling of security in a relationship is a wonderful thing....I enjoyed this poem very much ...thankyou, Lorraine
I liked this one, it feels familiar.
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Beautiful, writing....on the beauty of love. :)