My Own True Love

I have the sweetest reverie now,
Yesterday I met real love,
Romantic and attractive is he,
My own true love from above.

In only a moment he whispered,
Sweet things of unimportance,
Yet we stared into each other's eyes,
With utmost significance.

Immediately we knew true love,
Held us captive there and then,
Filling our hearts and beings with new,
Feelings of passion therein.

Love expresses as lovely flowers,
To bloom from seeds to thus grow,
Yielding buds to blossom prime beauty,
So like bestowed love will flow.

Love’s aroma breathes ever reaching,
Emitting love wishes free,
Never would my dreams anticipate,
My own true love came to me.

Presently I know how love does flow,
Taking over all sound mind,
Yearning to be conveyed joining one,
For love is there just to find.

And existence is quite beautiful,
It seems that all are in love,
God’s creation is curiously,
Enraptured with love thereof.

The loveliest winds gently breezed love,
And I am walking on air,
Still marveling about God’s power,
Finally how love will share.

I have the sweetest reverie now,
Yesterday I met real love,
Romantic and attractive is he,
My own true love from above.

©Sondra McPherson
31 March 2007