Mine

For mine, “Tá grá agam duit, mo aer!” The Gaelic meaning behind these beautiful words is I have love for you! As a self-professed dreamer and hopeless romantic always on a quest inspired by a love that captivates my soul. I am forever inspired to dream, reach within, and believe, and deeply grateful for my bit of magic that allows me to write our story for anyone who cares to see! This poem is delightfully dedicated to every dreamer. If you ever get the chance for magical, wonderful, stolen moments … leap! You won’t be sorry you did, hopefully on the edge of tomorrow your magic waits!

“MINE”

The wind whispers softly… it echoes out your name…

I gently move through the motions of the day, trying to remember … trying to forget…

Haunted by a moment that I want to linger in for all of my days…

The gentleness of our own storm

And I surrendered to my own…

I realized in a moment stolen by two lovers… my heart was no longer my own…

My heart beats loudly… thundering … crashing… pounding out your name…

I wander…. lost…. a captive to the night…. a love-bound slave…

You have branded my soul…

The rain patters softly…   in a rhythmic dance all its own…

Reminding me of you… your body… your hands…

I ache to feel your touch… feel you close to me…

Thunder crashes loudly….  lightning flashes illuminates the sky…

Your name is written across the stars… your name haunts me…

I wander… lost… a captive slave…  longing for the touch of my lover’s embrace…

There in that moment I no longer fight… surrendering…

for I am yours and you are

MINE!