~ Your Voice ~

Each morning I hear your voice,
across the distance on my line,
after I've thought of you for hours,
within that space of time.

Your's is the love I've longed for,
since before I can even remember.

I've never known before now,
how love could be so tender...
You fill all the empty spaces
I've poked holes in through my life.
 
No longer am I so empty inside,
You've healed me with the passage of time.

There's nothing I want more,
than to allow this love to grow.
To let it blossom into fullest bloom,
as father time regulates the flow...

I love you for reasons my mind can't comprehend.
We have something so precious...
I'll defend it till the end.

Denise Lanford
used with permission
pokeyofthecove2@bellsouth.net

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