Her love coming home

She comes home to flowers in her hands,

from so far away his love is sent.

Words of love in the life she smiles,

painted in light colors of hope.

A single tear rolls down her cheek,

knowing he will be coming home.

His heart in her hands she survives,

believing in dreams coming true.

“I love you with all that is in me,

so much passion I have saved.

When I am next to you soon you will know,

how much you are to my life.

In all ways I am I am for you,

believe me my love I am on my way.

No path too great for me to travel,

will ever keep me away from your touch.”

Simple note he left for her to read,

as moonlight fades into sun.

So far away he has been as of late,

but tonight he is coming back home.

Softly her heart smiles in his hands,

where warmth of winter breaks down.

He cries for her hand to remember,

a love found deep in his eyes.

She feels the beauty that he sends her,

on each word unspoken she knows.

She is the meaning of perfection,

in his eyes she is so beautiful.







Johnny Newell