Visiting Love

gaillovesgodspoetry

Love flows by
Like a little creek of water.
I hear you whisper,
“You are my precious daughter.”
Love floats by
Like a passing cloud in the sky.
I hear you whisper,
“With Me one day you’ll fly.”
Love glides by
Like a frozen piece of ice.
I hear you whisper,
“Life with you is nice.”
Life walks by
Like a couple strolling in love.
I hear you whisper,
“I wait for you above.”

12.3.19 Tuesday 1:24 AM
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: The love of God

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