The Path Of Love Poem by Maia Padua

To whom can I tell, all the pain I feel?
To whom can I offer my life, everything I have?
With whom can I share my lucid dreams?

His love is like rain rushing down
Showering on every dust in the earth
His wind softly touches every branch
As every leaf gracefully dances
With the touch of His sun’s soft glances.

With Him as a brother and friend,
Though we walk the sands of time;
Feeling unknowingly drifting to the yet unknown;
His moonlight shades the path we take,
And His waves wet every single step we make.

With the sight of His tender face and soothing eyes
Drapes all the clouds in every path we stride;
Even His shadow walk with us in the path of love.
With the feel of His gentle and guiding hands;
All our fears, all our doubts, we can stand.

With Him, I can offer everything,
My life and my lucid dreams.