The Temple Of You
My heart is where you abide,
Though daily you are by my side.
With love and unyielding pride,
I be not ashamed to call you my Bride.
We face the fiasco that love brings,
Heartaches, troubles and regular mood swings.
But what about the fortune we gain in the end,
Not Gold or Silver,
But unforgettable memories of soothing to mend.
The heart is pure;
It’s the temple of you.
No other place holds you so dear and true.
My hands grip you well,
Whether one or two,
But only the heart hungers to quell,
The plague flanked by just two.
Physically weak I know you are,
So what strength do you find to carry you thus far?
It’s the strength in you,
The strength of your heart,
That clear tracks daily,
When we make that start.
It’s no longer how big,
Or small you are.
The fiasco will drive you,
Rev you like a car.
It’s the strength in our love,
That will break that manacle,
The one of insufferable pain,
That we surely have to tackle.
Jamie Hamilton - Javy