My love you are the True North of my destiny;
The light that guides my life of all I could ever be.
The rapture of our soul, the object of my desire;
Written in the stars, with the force of eternal fire.
With the passing of time your memory becomes bolder;
Craving your passion is more intense as I get older.
Your laughter is the spirit that creates angel wings;
Hugs that embraces you back, forgiving all other things.
Believing in us, the rain is gone, no not one more tear
As I gently guide you to a place where life is free of fear.
An environment that is safe and warm, an Earth sanctuary;
Where the great divine watches over us forever into eternity.
Copyright © Michele Osborn, 2012 All Rights Reserved
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