My Love

She's one of a kind. Sweet, humble, giving, spiritual. My love, has seen her fair share of disappointments, false love and abuse. When she'snot smiling, she's replaying, the hurt and shutting herself down. My love, it's time that you experienced, the real. The real love, of a praying man, a man that loves you, for your inner beauty as well as your outer. So, take my hand. Let's travel through the Garden of Eden. Embrace the promise of everlasting love, that we've promised each other. If you hurt, I will be your healer. If your cold, my arms and my heart, will blanket you, with the warmth of the sun. When you come home, I'll have a quote or poem, to welcome you. Leave behind, your tormenter. He knows not, of love. I ask God, to be the GPS and navigate your spirit to my location. Let me hold you, and look into your eyes. Let them tell me, how you really feel. No more, shall we be apart. Take my hand and walk with me. Today, tomorrow and forever.