FOOD FOR THOUGHT (Come My Love)

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Smells arise from the cooking food

They drift sweetly to my nostrils

Tempting me to taste before the cooking's done


I look towards the kitchen and see my love standing there

His beauty, his hair as it glistens in the sun

His eyes, blue and deep, full of compassion


Slowly I rise and walk towards him

His arms slowly encircle me, comfort me

I turn down the stove, Stir the stew


His warm breath sweet as honey

His robes, crystal white

They shine out making sun in the darkness


Smells arise from the cooking food

They drift sweetly to my nostrils

His smell is sweet, his perfume overwhelming


I wish my love were here with me

Although I've never met him

I know his love is forever


I know he longs to reach me, comfort me

I know that his voice could rouse me from any slumber

Wake me from any dream


Heal any hurt, even thoughts deep within

Come Love, bring me closer to you

Call my name and I will come


Comfort my sorrow,

Lighten my heart with your sweet breath.

I know that one day I will see you


In all your glory

In all your majesty

Come day, Come soon


My very being cry's out for it

My soul cries out, yearns to be with him

To shade myself within his arms


To rest upon his chest

To breath in and out with him

In unison, knowing he'll never leave me


Never neglect me

Never condemn me

Never take advantage

Never mislead me

Never lie to me


Oh ! Will that day never come


Come oh day, come

When I will be with my Love, My Lord.

Come bright morning


Wake me with the promise that my love has come

Come finally to take me home.    

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