At night before I fall asleep I pray you have all that you need because of you I sleep in peace. From all my troubles I am freed. You show me wrongs that can be right; but you show me so many things. Your love is stronger than I know yet to my fear I still cling.
You see the trouble in my eyes. I'm afraid to show how I feel. You are patient and give me time, but it is your love that can heal. Everything inside of my soul longs to be with you every day, and I wish so bad my mind would forget the rules and disobey
every fear that dwells inside me. Soon you'll hear all I have to say, until then you wait patiently. You're God's answer to all I pray. A simple angel that I love who shows me beauty I can't see, but I am more than determined to show you all that love can be.
I can show you a love quite strong but promise you'll stay for the ride because to show you I must give everything that I have inside. Show me that you love me; promise to take the sacrafice I give which is that of my very life. For you I'll die. For you I live.
My life was made to live for you intuitively this I know. When I'm without you I smile but when I am with you I glow. If I fail to show you my love, I beg you! Take my breath away, for in your small gesture of love you'll promise: 'til our dying day'.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.