explosions.
in the sky.
on the radio.
from my beating heart/
you were a bandit.
wth schemes from the very start/
your dart of beauty
subtle + sly.
met and pierced my bosom’s bullseye/
love is insanity.
and insanity love.
loving the same one over & again.
while they love back but still expect,
your love to be a fading end/
paul was said to be insane.
all for loving & being loved by Christ.
guess I’m not the only looney lover.
starry-eyed, she hails from Christ’s Bride- i beat the odds, she’s my bride/
***explosions.
fireworks in July /
***implosions.
the August altar catching her eye /
”sleeping at last”. naked at last.
”I do” at last/
but the first “I do” after it comes to pass,
commences our hand-in-hand,
for better or for worse,
steps with eager hope to reach
”we did” at last/
[cue when I began crying as I tried to read this to Her for the first time]
to walk into glory’s doorstep,
with you by my side.
together a team. Heavens arrived/
“we did it, sweetheart”.
we’ve claimed our prize/
***golden explosions.
eternal praise /
***heart implosions.
i found a wife as I found grace /
r.w
Waltz The Writer 