Eyes of Love #poetry #devotion

 

 

In the reflection of the moment

as the candle flickers

refusing to die out – I see it

The love of the bridegroom

how can he love something so plain

at this moment colorless

my only adornment a few flowers

his smile is like a rainbow

I want  to hold it in my hands

fragrance overwhelms me

like a springtime garden

opening fresh faces to the sun

I am loved, I am loved

the words swirl around me

in whispers, in songs

I become like a prima ballerina

leaping over blue clad clouds

and it only took

one moment to know

when I looked in his eyes

The Lord is likened to a Bridegroom whose heart swells with love when his bride enters the room. No one else is there just the bride and the bridegroom. How is it possible when there are so many brides to be singled out, to be special, to have a one and only kind of love with such a lover?

“The bride belongs to the bridegroom. The friend who attends the bridegroom waits and listens for him, and is full of joy when he hears the bridegroom’s voice. That joy is mine, and it is now complete.”

~John 3:29