Purple bow of love

I am sorry for not being there to open you up tonight,

I know how you love to wear that sexy purple bow.

The ribbon you held for love is the ribbon that hides my gift,

yet from this distance I know that my gift is in your hands.

I keep reaching to the stars and hope to be in your arms,

and as I open my eyes today I just see how wrong I was.

Your voice is in my heart today in ways I can’t explain,

behind your purple wrapping where lust and love combine.

While you wait for me to come home, as you feel alone,

remember to hold your ribbon close, I will surprise you soon.

In a way that leads me home I realize just what I miss the most,

the way you smile at me, the way you hold me close.

I am so lost without your bright eyes leading me to you,

scents of vanilla lace under purple dreams of passion.

Waiting there behind the dream this gift you save for me,

your heart is in my hands, my love is in your arms.

I see your body I feel each tear you cry,

in all the ways you hide I know what loneliness can do.

Somehow I see your light, someway I know you’re smiling,

under your purple bow, waiting for me to come back home.









Johnny Newell