Now This Is Love.

by Peter Duncombe   Sep 29, 2011


The stillness of the night in silence, quickens my thoughts of you.
Unhurried but in haste they come with tears of joy abundantly.
I feel your warmth upon my face as if of angel footsteps, gently.
No more fear I this moment passing your love for me is true.

Longing for the awaited chance a smile to see, impatiently I weep.
I will not bear these hours wasted before you hold my heart.
For time and place has selfishly, knowingly kept us far apart.
Once more I wait till by your side in tender arms we'll love, then sleep.

To suffer for just one whisper of chance to hold close this love of mine.
Is pain enough to bear but pass it will and ceases then, the waiting.
For in her first breath, creation, our destiny was debating.
In a while soon, our lives entwined will be until the end of time.

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