by Theresa Lovelace
Everything changes, nothing's the same
When he touches me.
When he touches me
I'm an eagle
An eagle soaring high in the sky
I'm a mighty oak with my arms outstretched
I'm a star that shines in the night.
When he touches me
I'm a stallion
A stallion let loose from the stall
I'm a lion angrily on the prowl
I'm a raindrop ready to fall.
When he touches me
I'm a speeding train,
Racing down the track
I'm a rainbow painted across the sky
I'm lightning when it cracks.
When he touches me
I'm fire
A fire blazing out of control
I'm a steamy, passionate love story
Getting ready to be told.
When he touches
I'm the ocean
With my waves crashing on the shore
I'm a driving rain, a blustery wind
I'm a dynamic musical score.
When he touches me
I awaken
And I can no longer be
Myself, the person who I am
Whenever he touches me.
Copyright 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
Friday, November 1, 2013
A WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE
by Theresa Lovelace
A woman of
substance is she who possesses the wisdom, the confidence
the beauty and the charm to be called a woman
of substance
Her inner
strength is matched only by her outer gentleness
It is she,
this woman of substance, who doesn’t quiver
when life throws its unexpected fast balls
She merely
catches them and throws them back.
A woman of
substance needs no one to define her
Because she
has paid the price to define herself.
She needs no
one to lean on
Because life
has taught her how to stand on her own two feet.
She needs no
one to rescue her
because she has always been her own knight in
shining armor.
A woman of
substance is a survivor
She has
fought many battles and have won them.
She has
faced many dragons and defeated them.
She has
carried many burdens and unloaded them.
She has
whispered many prayers and has confronted
armies
of demons orchestrating her downfall and
Her prayers
have always been answered.
A woman of
substance is classy and sexy
She alludes
her classy sexiness
With
elegance, style and grace.
She emits her
sexy classiness
With
brilliance, radiance and sophistication
As only a
woman of substance can.
She knows
when to turn it up and when to turn it down
She also
knows when to turn it off.
Dare to gaze
into the eyes of a woman of substance,
if she
even lets you that close
There’s
hope, love and joy
pain,
sorrow and regret
You might
think that you can get into her
But beware!
She’ll get into you first
You may
never know the heart of a woman of substance
It’s her
memory box, it’s her treasure chest
And it’s hers
alone
A woman of
substance is a woman indeed! Handle with care.
Copyright 2013
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