SWEET
HURT
You
breathe fresh life
Into
this tired mind,
You
are life itself
Pure,
beautiful
And
so, so very gentle
You
inspire me
And
you are my determination.
I
am the child in your arms
I’m
the little boy,
Stood
with faced pressed
Against
the toy shop window,
Awaiting
Like
the boy waiting for Christmas.
I
stand alone
Alone
in a sea of unknown faces,
Yearning
for the day
That
God delivers you to me.
I
feel your sweet hurt
I
pray it is so,
Your
smile perched on trembling lips
Is
in anticipation of the joy
That
is sure to come.
A
beating heart
Quickened
by expectancy,
A
love generated by need and passion
Your
soul soon to be caressed,
Soon
to be free of shackles
With
the manacles of life unlocked.
A
dove to fly free
The
sweet hurt in joyous abandon,
As
your flight
Toward
ultimate joy and happiness
Brings
the peace
Of
love
To
You.
Phil
Hall June 2013
this is so beautifully written. the words just flow like a stream of love. i felt my pulse quicken as i read it. this speaks volumes to me. like i have been waiting to hear these words all my life, i am still waiting to hear. love you xxx
ReplyDeleteI hope you comes to you soon Phil ... to love with such devotion is the greatest of gifts. I have experienced this and hope to again. Great work. xx
ReplyDeletea very nice piece
ReplyDeleteSo sweet and touching. I really enjoyed your poem. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBreathtaking
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