Will the words spill out of my mouth?
Will my actions prove to you this time
That I can be a better man?
Your eyes speak of beautiful hope;
Your voice calms the sea of my heart
and I’m reminded of the joy that overflows.
Your beauty is like the rolling hills;
Soft, welcoming, and lovely
is your presence to my heart.
Your soul stretches my heart to the heavens;
It is here that I find warmth,
So reassuring, peaceful.
I am a thorny bush;
You are the rose at the end of the vine
bringing life to this dry ground.
Wanderers pass by us;
They stand in awe of your beauty
And you draw them in with kindness.
You are most valuable, my love;
Worth more than the stars,
Brighter than the sun.
I thank God for your presence, majestic rose;
Without you I would only be a thorn,
Existing for a purpose but without the promise of grandeur.
Words written by Matthew Malin©
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