Show me your love not with a crown of roses
or a bowl of carnations which soon become food
for worms once their fragrance dies. Neither
give me promises of galaxies and garnets
and diamonds. I am no queen and have no use
for such treasures that I would have to check in
at death’s door. Instead, let your hand be in mine
assuring me, in my life’s journey, I am not
alone. Let your arms be my home, my comfort,
and warmth after a long day’s toil. Do not fade in
and out of my life like a shadow soul, lacking
substance; be my soulmate here and ever after.
Linking with DVERSE’s Open Link Night
Written using the prompts for Instagram’s @fallspoetry’s #JanuaryFalls2019: A bowl of carnations, Galaxies and garnets, and Shadow Soul
Such heartfelt writing, Imelda. “My soulmate here and ever after” is exactly how I feel about my husband. 😘
Thanks, Sylvia. Ah, you are so blessed to have each other. 🙂
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Nice description of what one really wants: “Let your arms be my home”
Thanks, Frank. 🙂
Beautiful and right on target.
Thanks, Sandy. 🙂
My pleasure.
Beautiful, Imelda. You have highlighted the real and true values in life.
Thanks. 🙂
Beautiful poem. Let your hand be in mine…Let your arms be my home. Yes!
Thanks, Sabra.😊
What a lovely love poem.
Thanks, LuAnne.😊
Well said.
Thanks.😊
A tribute and plea for love that is steadfast and true. Love this part:
Let your arms be my home, my comfort,
and warmth after a long day’s toil
Thanks, Grace. 😊
I love the way you turn the poem away from more transient tokens of love to the firm grip of hands sharing a life together. Beautiful and moving.
Thanks for reading and for the feedback. 😊
Nice proof if you can get it. Lovely
True. Thanks. 😊
This was gorgeous and heartfelt from start to finish.
Thanks.😊
Such a beautiful poem and those flowers are breathtaking
Thanks. 😊