"Slow Dancing to Heaven"
Mystic stars reflected in His eyes
as He smiled when I saw Him,
for the first time-
I held His hand in mine,
and smelt the rainy drops of love.
Rain continued with its soothing rythm,
as we danced beneath the rosy pink moon.
I breathed Him in like mountain air,
and felt the sun with His check against mine
while waltzing between the stars.
In the summer sky
with flower petals chasing us,
I hear Him say my name
and then call me His bride.
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Jeran, this is absolutely beautiful! I felt as if I was the girl in the poem. Keep up this precious heart-filled writing and expression of your love!
~Annie
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