There may not be any sagacity

While I surrender to my soul

I sense the whiff of your breath

You are the dreams that unfold

Your image sneaks into my veins

Even before I see your sheen

Those words make all the difference

You make my imperfections pristine

The subtlety how you stand with me

Makes me dare my deepest sorrow

In times of my muddles and messes

You show me a handsome tomorrow

Nothing before moved me as much

Now, I live in a promised fantasy

Presenting me to many rising hopes

Beloved, you mean the world to me

Published by Quotidian Blessing

InfoSec Director|WIT Mentor-Protege Vice Chair|ATA Convention Women's Forum Chair|Published Poet

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