
In the dawn of my frail emotions, you reached
out unconditionally,
Touching me in places, I had never known.
You called me by your name “Love,” within the
celebration of our discovery
First found in the history of our emotions,
So fragile, so precious, so free
A force to be reckoned with,
The sweet, beautiful melody of the heart
That makes me think
I could ride upon the wind;
“Yes,” when loves magical force saturates the object of its desire
Like a celestial shower, it pours out the best it has to give,
Captured in its beauty and within its bliss,
Such enchantment—indeed dictates the wonders and
the beauty of loving and being loved.
By
Marjorie Delores
Touched By Love

Spaces where we reach out and touch by love
By those who sit where we once sat
He speaks to us and through others
His love is the salve to our soul,
It holds us together in the face of strongholds
Those that come to steal and destroys
In the face of it all, he gives us joy,
And through his love, we are content
Knowing we are touched by love.
By
Astoria Nickerson