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I think I’d kind of given up on the idea of meeting my soulmate. My heart’s twin? Nah, I didn’t think I’d find her. But I had a revelation about a month ago. One that helped me heal a spiritual wound I’d been carrying around for many years. I finally made peace with God. I don’t have any preaching to do or any epiphanies for sale. But it sure does feel good to be his friend again.
What am I leading up to here? Well, making peace with God has given me the peace of mind and balance I needed to take stock of my life. While doing just that on my birthday a couple weeks ago, I found myself chatting with my best friend. We had recently gone through a little spat over something silly and it felt sooooo good to have made up.
We talked and chatted and laughed and apologized and somewhere in the middle of it all, realized that we’ve been in love with each other for some time now. I’d say the realization hit us like a ton of bricks, but it was more like a box of cotton balls.
Now, after that lengthy build-up, here are three poems that her pure heart and gentle love have inspired me to write.
Every Detail
From miles and miles and miles away,
you somehow managed to see my kind heart.
But standing so close that our lips were entwined,
You caused my defects to all but depart.
So please do not be filled with dismay.
The love that I have is not based on a scale.
Your heart and your soul for me were designed -
I cherish you each and every detail.
Fuzzy Bunny Heart
Soft and cuddly,
warm and snug,
like a new pair of slippers
or a tall, shagg rug.
Your love envelopes me,
cushions the blows,
keeps out life’s hailstones,
watches me doze.
There isn’t a worry,
too big for your net.
There isn’t a problem,
I’ve reason to fret.
I’m safe in your bosom.
You make danger depart.
I couldn’t feel more protected,
by your fuzzy bunny heart.
Lovely Whispers
Tiny drops of warm, spring rain,
fall upon my hungry ears.
They make me feel I’m young again,
washing away my unborn fears.
Directly from the source they come,
a luscious mouth so ripe to kiss.
Like cotton hailstones on a drum,
Your lovely whispers bring me bliss.
