Love

In the dawn of my frail emotions you reached out uncontionally,

touching me in places I'd never known.

You called me by your name, love;

Within the celebration of our discovery

First found in the history of our emotions,

So fragile, so precious, so free;

A force to be reckoned with;

 The sweet, beautiful melody of the heart....

That makes me think, I can ride upon the wind,

Yes! When love's magical force saturates the object of its desire

Like a celestial shower...it pours out the best it has to give,

Captured in its beauty and in its bliss,

Such enchantment truly dictates....the wonders and beauty of loving and being loved.

by Adonica Marjorie Dunn

copyright 2007