Number-one bestselling author
a candle inside
of me. With
every touch, each
caress, each brush
of your lips
against mine,
the flame grows.
I had thought
the flame to
be extinguished, only
a mere finger
of smoke that
moved and undulated
inside me. Now,
the tiny tongue
of flame is
a light all
its own inside
of me. Every
time you tell
me those three
simple words with
a precious magic
all their own,
(I love you)
each word like
a caress along
my heart, the
flame grows brighter
still until I
am filled to
the brim with
love and light
for you.
Beautiful!
Thanks Dianne! It’s for Michael, of course. 😀
I knew that! ❤