In the words of Etta James, 'At last, my love has come along'...
I've danced a long time in the rain,
who knew that that would be the song.
Captivated by the essence of HIS love, there is no beast to subdue true beauty.
In moments of independence, we're inspired by HIS doves...not once, but twice, for when two become one we have 'harmony meets love'.
How beautiful it is to witness such a treasure.
We encounter day by day the wrongs committed upon us, yet the love we gradually measure.
Is it the resentment built that causes us to lose sight of what truly matters?
At some point in time we have to realize that love has no limit.
Yet, there are standards to hold fast to in order for love to be given.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem