Your love is like a sacred kiss
But never dose it bring me bliss
Its mark is burned into my soul
Smoulders there as living coal
It feeds my passion and my strife
So angered by this willful life
It feeds the longing to depart
But also bids me do my part
I fear my heart will melt away
You mould me here, like potters clay
Fired firm, within your flame
Ready to my purpose claim
Your love, it has a plan for me
That love is truly this life’s key
©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020
[…] Today I share with you my second recorded reading. Let me know what you think. The original post that this poem appeared in can me found here (Sacred Kiss). […]
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