My Sweet Love

By J. Roscoe Hurst

For many an evening

and many many a day,

we bring to each other

in some special way

A spilling of love

that knows no bounds,

an unspoken message

that transcends sound.

Like an artesian well

Thrusting through clay,

Our love continues to flow

In a very perpetual way.

In the great bodily temple

Within which our love resides,

Its strength is surging

Without borders or sides.

Like waves in the ocean

It goes days without end,

No power, even atlas

Could our devotion end.

Taking you into my embrace,

Is always a source of pride,

Through chaos or happiness

I ascend, with you at my side.

Like a lofty celestial tower

Our bond will be a legacy,

That has the sustaining power,

To last throughout eternity.