To a Woman who I Love and a Woman who Loves Me.
I Love You.
Your smile breaks the veiled walls of my world, and I feel its stress and strain release.
This woman whom GOD has made, the Good Lord, Our Father! Has blessed ME, a wretch like me.
Just a human in thought yet saved in spirit,
where trust has lived as an idea, but experienced within the soul,
Deeply rooted and nestled like a love tree with branches wrapping soft kisses amongst its fruit.
This is your love.
Imperfect is He, yet...