Love, Beyond my wildest imaginings

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    Love, Beyond my wildest imaginings

    My first glimpse of you left me breathless, curious, such a
    mammoth of a man, so strong in stature, confident,
    overflowing with peace and a gentle calm. What is this I am
    feeling? excitement? arousal? This inquisitiveness
    causing a phenomenon ever so deep in my very soul.
    I hesitantly gazed into your eyes, full of passion, fire and
    yet so tender brimming over with compassion, resolve,
    and what is this I see? Love? Yes love, a love for my good
    a love for my success in this life of freedom, a love for me as
    a sister in Christ. And so what began as a casual, endearing
    phrase of friendship, "love ya" solidified into a marvel, a
    wonderment, a rarity, a miracle love never experienced
    before! As I soar to new heights, never reached, what feelings, what excitement, oh so brand new, so
    beautiful, savoring, embellishing, this electric, happening
    and yet in the midst of the most amazing fantasy ever to
    be explored, I plummet back to reality, so many thrills, dreams exploding in; yes! yes! must be true, must be
    right, yet ONE "thing" screams out so strong, so blatantly
    real, this fantasy, is so out of reach, never to be......................

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    Dulce1 commented on Love, Beyond my wildest imaginings

    06-04-2009

    I really enjoyed reading your poem, it reminded me of my poem called bound. It really made me smile to read it. Keep writing because you have a very warm and fulfilling way of saying what you have to say.

    deb

    06/07/2009

    Many thanks for your comment, I appreciate your input!

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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