My Sacred Love

Oh love, tell me where infatuation leaves off and love begins.

Is it where the lines of lust become truth of the heart?

Does desire fill the need for being close forever?

Can you love someone enough to free them, yet trust them enough to return?

No, Love is much more.  It is the beauty within nature.

Love is the air you breathe,

Love is the blue cast upon a lucid sky.

Love is the air you breathe.

Love is the dew defenselessly clinging to the petal of a rose.

Love is the joy of a baby's birth.

Love is the peace in knowing tomorrow will come.

Love is waking up to see your smiling face,

Love is the sparkle of mischief in your eyes,

Love is feeling your presence even in your absence. 

A special place this thing called love, which dwells deep within my soul.

Look deep within my eyes, it's a part of me; well hidden for fear of loves escape. 

For without Love I am merely a shell without substance. 

Love is the beauty of a crisp autumn morning that bursts into color.

Love burst from with me at the tenderness of your touch.

As midst falls on the evening, my love to will fall; yet will not fade with the new morning sun.

Show yourself worthy and I will invite you in?deceive me not, for I see the shadows the soul tries to hide.

Will the world destroy itself before loves secrets are told?

Perhaps, someday one will spread an assurance of love. 

Will they see?

Oh yes, they will see, but only when the dumb speak.

Only following the blind given site.

Only when the heart is truly free.

Will the presence of love know such beauty, or feel its freedom, tasting its nectars.

To you my friend, I give a taste.

The Wisdom and Knowledge to carry on one more day.

Let no one tell you what love is.

Let no one cause your heart pain.

Let no one choke love from your existence.

Keep it deep in your heart, guard it well my friend.

Once love leaves, it is thrust upon the four winds never to be replaced nor, recaptured.

A love this deep only happens once. 

Peace and happiness enhance life.

Love inspires the world. 

by Lora Lambert

Lora Lambert