Inner Peace

Within the embrace of her arms I found the meaning to inner peace. Looking within her eyes only to fall within the meaning of gentle grace. The only part of my being that knew of her meaning was the secretes of my soul. I melted within myself as she stroked my cheek with the softness of her hands. Soberly I tried to speak, only to find my words silent, like the whispers of the wind. Her passion past over me, as if it was water in a stream. Hardly containing myself before her I fell to my knees, like a blade a grass does to the wind. Gently she lifted my head, only to be pierced by her sapphire eyes. She began to speak and with each word pierced my souls being. My body began to quiver, like a leaf being teased by the softness of a falls breeze. I called the name of a God in thanks, for bring my dear wife into my life.

By Jonathan Paul Germundson.