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A Restless Dance


The distance matters not when Love's your tether.

Your amazing spirit and wonderful beauty and your motherhood and an eternity of undying Love are reason for me to love you without question. You are why I’m here. If you had not loved me, I would not be here and I would not have known that I was in heaven. Thank you for giving me reason to love… For loving me after all is said and done. (And she was panting from the previous attempt) I owe you my allegiance and my Love, forevermore…

My words are as much mine as they are yours my Love. I’ve been dancing with belief, yours and mine, hip to hip, breath to breath, caught up in a restless dance that moves us to love, leaves us to Love’s command, and brings us to our knees praying for forgiveness…

I found Love (and she was panting from the previous attempt.). I owe you my allegiance and my love, forevermore...

(Michelle, I love you. You are my heaven-sent...)


© 2011 by mark prime


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