Placid balloons and blooming roses
Placid balloons and blooming roses
fill new spaces in my home
once drab and dirty laces
now sexy lingerie at candlelight
and love songs singing through the night
I have no tears left
all wounds are healed
my heart abounds and leaps
for love is here
among the words of joy and kindness
and the smiles of hope and sweet romance
of old-fashioned dating and cliched
wining and dining and late nights
sing song
A perfect romance,
sweep-me-off-my-feet
whispering sweet nothings
and giving compliments
a confidence in family
and invites to friends and colleagues
such generosity
such enthusiasm and excitement
injected into my life
so suddenly and unexpectedly
unwillingly but interested all the same
perhaps indeed my dam is full
and I am leaking with emotions
he is accepting every morsel
and turning it around
to suit his lonely body and soul
and wishing for love and care
but not realising how cold I perhaps really am inside there
I did not grow up with such love as he explains
such kindness as was given him
but instead I cannot give what I have not been given
but God
for this is the only love I have ever known.
The love of God.
Make it my own.
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