Lover Of My Soul

Lover Of My Soul prose poem

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Leaping with fearless joy as I begin afresh to dance
You are my lover, not happenstance
I’m watching and waiting to glean his gaze
His winsome articulate amazing ways
He’s gloriously giving and infinitely kind
When surrendering living, his heart he binds
He’s infallibly honest authentic and true
Hilariously happy when whispering woos
Blessing fall like raindrops nurturing my soul anew
Like fresh planted flowers covered in dew
Oh to see him ascend around the bend
His sky covers my cries and luminous perfection is my prize
I will rise, I will rise, Only to meet my savior’s eyes

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The Arts have always inspired me. I began exploring the art of writing poetry at 9 years old. It became one of my passions because it allowed me to express myself and respond to my inner promptings in a positive way. I found that as with any art form there are no right or wrong ways of creating. This is the beauty of art...there are no limitations. The only requirement is that the poet be courageous enough to release his inhibitions and follow his heart and imagination. Along my path in life, I have discovered that writing poetry is , at its most, a truly liberating experience that not only reveals the nature surrounding us, but in reflecting the inner life of mankind.
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