The Language of Love

A poem for Margie

In the language of love

The predawn light shimmers
In the silver strands of your hair
I love the time that has passed
And made you just who you are
It is as if we’d both waited a lifetime

For our other half, waiting out there
She is too close to my dream
I wait heart thumping for her to smile
It is what gives length and breadth
To this moment in our lives

Substance replaced nothingness
I have come alive since you came
Into my life. You Are My life you know.
I understand the concept of Born again
It is a new life that I live. With you in my arms