Like a warm, spring rain
your laughter falls around me,
washing away the dust from
my dry, parched spirit;
allowing the child in me to
learn how to play again
Like a mighty oak tree,
your arms shelter and protect me;
strong enough to keep my feet
when life's calloused hands
have dealt blow after blow,
but gentle enough to cradle me
in the warmth of that embrace
that melts the ice of my indifference
I'm lost within the eyes that hold me captive;
gently demanding the release of all
my soul's secrets. In their deep,
brown caverns that lure me in with
the promise of treasure yet to be mined,
I'm helpless to withhold
Your hands are multifaceted instruments
that perform nothing less than magic
Their slow, incessant touch leaves
my own trembling;
my lips stammering;
my heart racing
With their sure, deliberate touch,
I relinquish all ability to resist
the temptation of their demand for
the surrender of my long hidden,
and deepest desire
You have revived my heart
and resurrected my senses,
bringing a sweetness into my life
never before known
These are the reasons you will
always be the object of my
love and adoration;
now, and ever after
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem