Linda Marie Van Tassell

(Lynchburg, Virginia)

A Love To Call Your Own


I shall never regret loving you for all of my life.
Inside my heart, inside my soul, I am your loving wife.
From the moment that we met, life has never been the same.
Our love is a brilliant jewel, an effervescent flame.
I am embraced in ecstasy, the sweetest ever known;
and I am proud and glad to be the love you call your own.
My shattered dreams from the past are ashes upon the floor.
You gather them away from me and sweep them out the door.
Every breath I take is sweet, the winds of love impart.
The greatest love has conquered and quick-embraced my heart.
The sorrows' flow of yesterday is lost within the cries.
The only tears are those of joy that glisten in my eyes.
You are the moonlight on the wind, my ever-brilliant star.
Everything I am to you is all to me you are.

Submitted: Monday, March 10, 2008
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