Three Fold Cord

Though her voice calls out to me and every syllable

 passing her lips to my ears is honey

& caramel sweet…

…this not why I write.

Despite the fact that her beautiful green & brown eyes invite

My mind to a place where words I speak are lost and my

 tongue is so easily tied…

…this is only how it began.

When my hopes transcend my reality and

I can envision no one else in the place which

She has stolen away in my heart…

…I can begin to pen these words,

Words which I thought were lost to me

Once before.

Although the Lord may provide me the air I breathe,

She is the sweet aroma that dances upon the breezes

That respire me.

In times where the world’s troubles and confusion chip

Away at me like a bitter cold in the bleakest of winters,

The Lord is my light and my salvation like the suns of Spring,

But she is the warmth that reaches deep into my spirit,

 returning me to the light.

A rib to complete mine own,

A source of wisdom where I may not see,

A spring of compassion in times of fear and foolishness,

A heart and mind that I value just as much as her body,

And a friend that I will always treasure,

These words of love that I thought were lost

Were refined and hidden by God,

 reserved for her and her alone.

Though I could go on about the hopes, dreams,

Plans and adventures that I hope for every day,

In the end, my only true wish is that this girl,

This person who has seen through me

When I thought my farce was complete,

This person who gracefully bypassed my

Every inner defense,

This person who is God-authored

and much more than I could have ever imagined…

…my only wish is that every time she looked at me,

She could feel the same way I feel every time I look

In her direction.

Remember…that even though I may not be able

To recite these feelings to you every time I look at you,

There is a phrase that sums up all of these feelings and more.

I love you.