My Love

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    My Love

    My Love.
    Selfless caring more for the rest,
    Love is soft as a woman’s breast,
    Forever devoting my love to one,
    Together we awaken to the morning sun.

    Not every day as peaches and cream,
    Day by day we continue our dream.
    Softness of her hips in the light,
    She looks at me with much delight,
    Her sweetness as gentle as a dove,
    Somehow I earned her enduring love.

    Now her smile is miles away,
    Something’s missing every day,
    She is gone for just a little while,
    Loving her isn’t out of style.

    My daughter and I pray at every meal,
    Her safe return to God we appeal.
    There is someone missing at our table,
    No one to confide in, I am not able.

    Monday, she flies in on a plane.
    My love for her could never wane.
    I will kiss her and hold her in my arms,
    There she will be safe from the ways of harm.

    -Oblaidon, May 2009

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    Tempestlady commented on My Love

    12-24-2009

    To recieve such admiration, and affection and to be missed so would make a person feel cherished and lucky in my world. Great write. Write on.....

    ginga commented on My Love

    12-16-2009

    Oblaidon, A poem of unyielding love that is so tender, so sweet, and also shows a romantic side to your heart. ginga

    stellar commented on My Love

    11-20-2009

    I love this...kind of a beautiful chant....a lovely mantra for protection through love...very wonderful idea

    stellar

    11/20/2009

    PS: I like the body simile...soft as breast for one thing...hahaha

    knight4696 commented on My Love

    09-07-2009

    A great tribute to the Love of your life. She is a very lucky woman to have found you and you lucky to have found her.

    am2anangel commented on My Love

    06-27-2009

    very deep and loving piece. A woman could only hope to have these thoughts and words expressed to her. The recipient of this ode is very lucky. Well done.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    Oblaidon’s Poems (26)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    What to be 2
    Pressing On 8
    Born to You and Me 9
    Scorched 9
    Daddy’s Girl 12
    In a Flash 12
    Skinny Dipping 20
    lf 9
    Woman to Man 21
    Sign of the Cross 12
    Love Embraced 21
    Our Biggest Threat 14
    In God I Trust 10
    Driving Past Graves 17
    When I was a Kid. 18
    Pets by our Side 8
    Rocky Shores 10
    A minuscule bug 14
    Heart of a Poet 29
    My Armor is Faith 12
    For Our Troops 8
    Baby Has a Name. 17
    My MI 3
    My Love 8
    The Grace of God 13
    Rhyming Poems 20