He's the whisper in the wind, He's the high tide rolling in.
The sunbeam on my face, He floods me with His grace.
He's the song the mockingbird sings, the aroma the honey suckle brings.
He's the light of the morning sunrise, He is my hearts reprise.
He's the pearls that compliment a gown, The beauty of golden honey running down. He's the taste of sweet milk chocolate, No, He's more than a feast at a banquet.
He is perfect love, perfection. I pause
I close my eyes. I breathe. He is my cause.
Can't think, can't speak, my throat grows tight
I'm weak, numb all over, losing sight.
Could this be? I've fallen for a man I can't even see. But I feel Him. His scent surrounds me. Beautiful, amazing, bold yet soft.
I've fallen free. I'm in love. I'm in love. I'm in HIS love.
The chamber room is right. No one but He and I to dance in the twilight.
[Christina Kelty]
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