Let our lives be a love letter, a song of Solomon.
Let our prayers be a basket of roses, an offering of frankincense and myrrh.
Let our words be a sought embrace, a breath of life.
Let our songs be a sparkling jewel, a psalm of David.
Let our walk be romantic, let us be your bride.
Shall we send the wedding invitations? Tell our loved ones and beloved friends? Find peace when remembering our first meeting place? Squeal with joy when sharing the time the truth was humbly uttered?
“I love you” says stained lips.
“I love you” says my shattered heart.
“I love you” says my welling eyes. Look down. Wait. Heart strained. You lift my bowed head. Tender hand under my chin. Face to brilliant face. Your eyes crinkle and your teeth shine. Arms wrap. Salt water drips on my tangled hair.
“Beloved.” Your voice eager, but steady.
“My beloved, I have always loved you.”
