I prayed for you before I called you mine. A dream delicate in depth to confine.
A warm light of love at first soulful sight.
Not afraid of love or consequence of light.
I waited for you all my life.
A sheltered space to be, seen, heard, and understood.
You strolled in a secret sage of surprise, stories ancient and wise.
Your gorgeous grin and eyes of noble I could not resist your handsome proposal.
Your blemished cheeks, seeing beauty and wisdom, I could not reach.
I waited for you all my life.
Loyal to distraction, preying on love, you captured my attention seducing the slowness of intention.
Faintly whispering, “Listen faithfully, learn your native feels from me.”
Begging to get closer, begging me to see, bright and busy, my worth in you.
The shape of your paw into mine pressed the favor of forgiveness, the preciousness of presence, and the meaning of mercy.
I waited for you all my life.
Your playful will and tender touch allured me into my classified clutch.
Your wandering spirit let my soul and gypsy spirit fly.
A lighthouse to journey the seasons of sorrow, the savors of sweetness, the landscape of love.
I waited for you all my life.
Your famous exit appeared as you fatefully arrived. Magnifying me into all I came to survive.
Your sound vow stretched my boundary of belief.
I get to love you. It’s the best that I came to do.
Death will never do us part, intertwined as one dancing as two.
Born before the wind, younger than the sun. Magnificently we float into the mystic.
Never losing sight, never losing touch. Forever I’m yours, forever I do.
You changed who I am. I have come undone.
I continue to bridge I continue to become.
Jax and I loved to dance; Into the Mystic was one of our favorite songs. Automatic as our love, I reached for him every time the harmony played through the speaker, and he happily obliged.
Prompt
You might begin by writing with one of the following:
I waited for you all my life
A sheltered space
Grab a pen and paper or your favorite journal. Set your timer. Write for 15 minutes, pen never leaving the page. See what words flow.
Comment if you try. I would love to hear about your journey and experience with intuitive flow writing!
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