Her hands make love to his shoulders
Caress the tension from his neck
Fingers entwined in his soft curls
Her face buried in silver and brown strands.
Inhaling the heady scent that is him
She allows her tightness to slip away
Falling, falling into a dark warm mist
A vapor of safety created by his love.
Absence of pain, regret, loss or sorrow
Blankets of tenderness and devotion
Washed worn by life’s bleaching storms
More precious than diamonds and gold.
His devotion surrounds her flesh and her bones.
Thus, sleep is a cocoon which shelters her
Pillows of passions released time after time
Cradle the woman and her fragile dreams
Rocking her to sleep in his gently flowing river
Drifting on billows of unconditional love.
Floating to euphoria, wrapped around his back
She wonders, how is it possible that her love
Could increase beyond description, young and free
When time has removed the freedoms of flesh and bone?
She loves him beyond explanation, a rare dilemma
For a woman who was born to dance with words.
She loves, she loves and as his love enfolds her, she is sheltered.
She sleeps and she is secure because he is there beside her.
by Jeanne Marie, 2013
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
Oh how I love the way that you have so eloquently described the beauty of true love. Jeanne Marie, you so perfectly captured my own feelings in “She loves him beyond explanation, a rare dilemma
For a woman who was born to dance with words”
xo Easter
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Thank you so much!
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Very much my pleasure 🙂
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My pleasure JM 😇
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Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie.
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this poem has too many beautiful verses in it than i can choose my favourite one.Great job!
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Thank you so much for the compliments and thank you for taking time to comment, Jeanne Marie
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Oh my! that is so beautiful! “cradle the woman and her fragile dreams”…so close to my most recent dreams:) Namaste
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Thank you…I love your poetry too.
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