Lucky me, Sweet,
Among all the angels,
You are the only one
I get to see, feel, greet.
The more I love you
The more I want to love you
A bit more even.
The more I see you
The more I need to adore you
Much more even.
The more I live the more
I need you by my side
And I fear byes more even.
This devotion hurts deeply
So intense, so immense
Gives me life
And that light
Impossible
Thank and because of you.
Praising fun
A deep echo
Calling back
To grasp this now.
........._♥♥♥..........................................................................................................................................................© Dulce
Right, it 's true I am an honest person... now that I come to think about it! :)
Thanks from the deepest of my heart Thom. Honestly I feel proud for this.
17 comments:
How very beautiful Dulce. You have captured some aspects of love perfectly.
PG
Oh, I know this feeling. My own mother mostly scared and upset me, so it's probably amazing that am someone who loves her son, her pets and her friends without reservation. I admire mothers who show their love for their children more than pretty much anyone else i can think of. I love this poem, Dulce, and I also just lov ethe photograph you've chosen to go with it. You're terrific!
AWWWWWWW!
This touched my heart so deeply and brought tears to me!
I so know how you feel!
Joy and blessings to you always, dear heart!
Margie:)
xxx
Wonderful! And to think I almost didn't get here because our internet was down.
You just seem to overflow with such beautiful and touching words. I am in awe!
Well, I'm not a "mom", so I did not cry. In the past, I have shed tears for my children, but they were usually tears of joy, for an achievement of some sort.
Dulce,I hope "M" never scrapes his knee, or stubs his toe, because you would probably have a fit--grin!
Your words, along with the photo show your command of expressing yourself when the topic is....L.O.V.E.
Beautifully written, Thanks!
ADD THIS.
When I was disinherited , my father wrote me a poem--wish I could recall the actual words. But the meaning follows:
"An angry father may speak never again to his only son,
But a Mother's LOVE will NEVER let her forget her number one.
Love. Peace.
Love for children is unperishable, no matter what they do. No matter if you're mother or father, because good fathers DO Forgive and forget. Like God does.
I like the part that says "the more I love you, the more I want to love you"
the sweetness of an echo, so thankful for those!
lovely sharing you've done Dulce!
this made me cry with happiness of being a mother, sigh.. and cry for my husband whose mother has been a nasty person this past few years, as I have written on my other blog. I cannot understand how a mother can love and then not love her own child. I am blessed and I thank God everyday for my parents and the grandparents I was so blessed to have known and remember.
TY dulce.. GOd bless YOU
HUGS
so when will you run out of words?
This kind of love is a devotion, I have no children but you explain it very well with your words.
Kisses:)
Awwwww, beautiful words, Dulce. Reminds me how much I miss my beloved grandsons. Tears in my eyes now. Blessings, dear.
You Rock 24/7...!!!
Just beautiful, Dulce. The love of mother & child, there is nothing else like it!
sweetness as always here on your pages...
Kids can really get to you.
Beautiful words and images. Motherhood does that to one.
Well done.
love, Melanie
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