She

She moves gently
With kind words and a warm heart
To give me strength
To support me
To laugh with me
To cry with me
To share life day by day.
She becomes my hope
My love, my life, my joy.
In her eyes is love.
Her smile makes my heart
So happy.
Her eyes and radiant face
and beautiful hair
make me feel happy.
But yet, to feel her
touch, her gentle hand, her
soft warm kiss, I still long
for..... her sweet embrace.
Nothing rushed, nothing faked
but springing forth out of
her heart a true love for
my soul.
My soul will love her with
all that I am and hope to be.
I will never leave her, I will
stand by her to the end.
We shall love forever.
We shall be true.

by Roger L. Brown - roger@downtownweb.com