Equipped To Anchor This Love
Like A Feather In The Wind
I know you’re here
I feel your touch
Like a feather in the wind
Its in your hands
The feel of your touch, the love, the memories
Show me your hands
Let the love flow & memories last
The sight of your hands, makes me remember!
I am here, you are there
Time & distance have nothing on us
I am here, you are there, yet still as one
I am here, you are there, our hearts beat as one
As our Souls lead the way
We are well equipped to anchor this love
Born to love, designed to spread love
Ready to share this new kind of love
Love, a consuming fire
Will transcend any man-made constructs
Boy meets girl,
One heart, one Soul
On a mission to love
Boy meets girl,
In union of heart & Soul.
About the Creator
Keroy King
Hey there, welcome to my page. I love dancing with word. Hope you find my writings uplifting.
I have authored several books including "Divine Soul Whispers" book series.
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