Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Come to Him

                    Come to Him

Always waiting for Him to come to me,
What would it be if reversed the role?
Me pursuing Him and being free,
Finding new love within my soul?

Expressions and memories created,
Marks made, tattoos dated.
Etched with love deep within,
Eternity's taste now begins.

Don't have to wait till pass away,
Lover's dance starts today.
Paradigm of intimacy shifts,
Oh, life what a gift.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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