Pure Joy
I yearn for arms of passion
to enfold me,
enclose my waiting heart
in fond embrace.
With anticipation's breath,
inhaling summer;
record for all time,
every inch of your dear face.
I close my eyes,
just breathing in your presence;
for this pure joy
God made the human race.
Do you realise, my love,
we're making History,
here together,
loving in this time and space?
By cherryk
© 2008 cherryk
(All rights reserved)
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