Lilac lake.

I hold your hand,
My beautiful man,
We walk by the lake.
Why do you love me so?
Is it because,
I will always take care of you,
With all my heart and soul.
You deserve so much more.
Our time,
In our space,
Sharing,
Caring,
Knowing each other,
In ways others can’t ever know.
You delight me,
Like purplish tones,
Misting up from this still water,
Making a lilac lake,
Of pastel, moody glow.
Breathing in,
It’s truly heaven,
Here with you.
You are tranquility,
In ways almost innate.
As if you are always,
A life force of flowers,
Awakening all my senses,
From within,
Holding me up,
Telling me,
“I’m here now.
I’ll only surround you with magic,
My Queen.”
Embracing all of me,
Accepting me,
In your openness.
Relaxing me forward,
With moments like these.
Taking time means everything.
To share in just you,
To be into just you,
For the moment at least.
To hold hands,
My darling man,
I love you so.
You are right,
Happiness is here.
A picnic on a lilac lake,
With you.

Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.