My Love

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My Love

Love opens my heart, mind, and soul.
Love is the fuel that drives, gifted to us, from on high.
Love is reason; passion to you I have shown.
Love strikes, etched for you, onto the heart I have known.

Ready to stir in your sweet passions part.
Love mixed together, makes a joyful full heart.
Love gives strength to endure  tearing apart.
Then act, yes pretend, it's just talk with a friend.

With broken bones,  I will protect you my queen.
You are the one, brought to each, wonders seen.
The reason my love,  I will never forget.
Love pierced deeply my heart, onto times I have met.

Love is all I am, hailed as yours to be true.
To follow the path set for me, by you.
Love is the reason I stand in strength, an old tree.
I am strong; I'll bare any yoke lavished on me.

Heavy snow stretching to break straining limbs.
Making me strong to aid my one special friend.
Love has strength that makes me come back again.
Your great value, womanhood,  pales the ransom of kings.

Gold, diamonds, a monarch's land, and much more.
Shows not even a pittance to the brilliance you roar.
Love is the power that helps me stand as I do.
In your gentle grace I'm complete; born anew.

Love brings joyful tears, thoughts of holding your hand.
Love knows I am blessed by God, your loving man.