Slow and swift motions

Flowing with a love song,

Like the waves of

Gentle midnight oceans.

 

Gentle kisses, sweet whispers,

As love ripens on our vine.

In holy oneness, I become yours

And you become mine.

 

Sometimes I cry.

 

As the fruits of love come to pass,

We partake of it very slowly.

How precious is this moment

And oh so very holy.

 

I yield the sacredness of

Myself to the joy of my life.

As you place your love in the

Midst of me, and become one

With your wife...

 

Yes, sometimes I cry.