Love at Home

To the man I've waited all my life to meet:

It's so sweet to finally know

I can put my life in your hands

and let you love my soul.

Only you can caress my thoughts tenderly.

Only you can move my heart

or repair it when I gave it away too soon

and another ripped it apart.

I've searched all through the mountains

and skimmed over every sea...

how ironic to find you in my house

patiently waiting for me

to finally get tired of taking my life

and warping it with my own hands.

And with all understanding and gentleness,

you took my hand and I took a chance.

Now, my Love, the music's never-ending

and it's sung by the angels aloud.

My Lord it was You I'd been looking for

in meaningless faces of crowds!

Let me give You all that I have

that others tried to cherish in vain.

Let me be the woman You created

and may our love show where You reign.

~Love at Home; written by me Oct. 16, 2000