SOMETIMES LOVE COMES SOFTLY- REWRITE
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Sometimes love
comes softly, as the petals on a rose.
as a gentle
balmy breeze that blows in from the east, west
God only
knows. Sometimes it takes us by surprise
and
Jumbles our thoughts and
confuse our thinking.
Sometimes love
comes softly, in a whisper, or the chirping
sound of a bird
in a near by Willow tree, beckoning me to
stop for a moment, catch my breath,
and listen.
Sometime there
is no fan fare. No loud parade of words,
lined
with soft
velvet. No band playing loudly or fire
works blazing
the night sky. No
cheering crowd, or public display. Sometimes
love comes
softly.
Many yesterdays
ago, love came softly. It came in the
brightness
of your smile, the soft, sexy
baritone in your voice.
The endless
morning phone calls to awaken me to another day
filled with
excitement and anticipation.
Love came softly in the way
you held the car door open for me,
stood there
until I was secure and strapped in. It
came in ways
that made me
feel safe with you. No need for pretense
or formalities.
I could be me,
with all the genetic makeup that encompasses who I
am as a
spiritual being, inhabiting this outer shell.
Your love came
softly.
One day I was
a young woman, stepping out into the big, scary
world, and
suddenly there you were. You made me
feel safe. You
appreciated my
uniqueness. You never tried to change
me, You
made me
better. You loved me first, even when I didn’t love you.
You nurtured
me and watched me grow, never over shadowing me.
One day when I least
expected it, I looked at you and in your face I
saw love. A
tiny spark ignited inside, leaped within my soul.
I knew at that
moment that I was in love also. When did
it happen
I asked
myself. Why did it take so long for me
to admit it to myself?
I have no
answers.
Sometimes love
just comes softly.
