When I least expect it, my love comes
She enters my heart, my head and hopefully, my arms...
I will hold her tight, keeping her warm...safe
Letting her fly when she needs to...
No restraints
I know she loves me and I'm in her heart
and although I feel the distance between us,
they are only miles and are easily travelled...
I shall travel far for her...
No road is too long or distance too far...
She is my love...
She, is my love, my breath, my air, my day
So, this is what love is...
Precious...Devine...with a hint of pain
Delicious, all the same...
By Ngaire Curtin
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