103 Yet

You radiate with inner beauty

That guides me homeward

Bound to there at your side

Ready for the bloom of love

 

Yet it escapes me, pushes me away

The flowers of the heart grow

And they stay out of reach

Their thorns keeping me back

 

You nuture the feelings you have

Your precious heart is for me

It is fragrant with sweet aroma

Luring me closer to your embrace

 

Yet the scent lingers for too long

And is gathered up on winds of time

It is pulled away from my grasp

Taken away as I try to touch

 

You are the part of me I need

To make me be at last, complete

My life that needs you to feed it

For this soul needs watered, needs you

 

Yet I can feel you tender and soft

My wonderous grace of nature

Holding me, knowing how to love

Casting out the weeds of sorrow

 

 

 

copyright Chris Smith 25th May 2011

 

 

Author's Note

Sometimes we need tender care within that garden of love.

Reviews

[Tamalthor]

Thumbs up! I can feel what you write, awesome job!

[Lily Mae]

These feelings are so perfectly expressed in this write.. I love it Chris..and it's so true..x