A spoken word verse
In you,
I see myself, raw and rough,
in the smoothness of glass,
against the reflection of your eyes of red hazelnut.
In you,
I see my woman,
my flower.
Worn, weathered, standing lonely in the arid desert.
I see my pain, my sorrow, my sin,
my longing.
In you,
I, a lone wanderer,
see peace.
I see my soul, wounded by war,
Bruised by careless hands,
nestled against your bosom,
warm and safe.
In you, I see my life,
My hope, my all, and my forever.
May my life like a flower,
be planted beside you.
That we together be,
Worn, weathered, standing lonely in the arid desert.
Making love in the acrid soil,
To create paradise where hope is lost.
May I be a flower beside you,
my flower.
That our souls,
wounded by war,
Bruised by careless hands,
Weary in the desert,
are nestled against each other,
warm and safe.
