LOVE

Make me a home with your language

a haven, a place free of anguish

Your far away actions engage me

Your chivalrous heart has upstaged me


And I'm not afraid

and I can't remember

the illogical plan

or the crazy endeavor


I only know the place I'm at now

Watching and waiting

Wrestling with "how"


Ignoring all judgment

I know who I am

you catch my gaze and turn it to Him


And praying for covenant

Hoping again

and dare to acknowledge the human I am


The woman I am when no one else sees

Your honesty claims me

compels me to please


To honor the passion

uphold the ambition

to honor and cherish

and learn sweet submission


Pour myself out

You pour yourself in

And hold me and love me

and draw me to Him


And making me pray

and insisting you'll stay

and steadily sweeping my doubts far away


A voice unexpected

Tender and sweet

Laughter that soothes me

and fills me with peace


Fight through the struggle

the populace sway

Keep me and love me

To have me this way.


In the weary way you see me

in the tender grasp I hold

In the way you say you need me

with affection clear and bold


I am strong and heeding

You embrace my stance

My heart's erratic beating

my hopeless, trust less rants


From the inside out you shake me

The girl I am you make me

And every ounce of womanhood

Doesn't steel me like it should


 and here I am ,your dreamer

you make me a believer

in all the things I say can't be

You promise me,  I'll watch and see….


JM 2015


Get up, my dear friend,
    fair and beautiful lover—come to me!
Look around you: Winter is over;
    the winter rains are over, gone!
Spring flowers are in blossom all over.
    The whole world’s a choir—and singing!
Spring warblers are filling the forest
    with sweet arpeggios.
Lilacs are exuberantly purple and perfumed,
    and cherry trees fragrant with blossoms.
Oh, get up, dear friend,
    my fair and beautiful lover—come to me!
Come, my shy and modest dove—
    leave your seclusion, come out in the open.
Let me see your face,
    let me hear your voice.
For your voice is soothing
    and your face is ravishing.-  Song of Songs 2






























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