Your being is the temple
As I pray
I fall to my knees
Blessed by your grace
Each day I look at your
Beautiful face
Your heart is the bed
I lay upon
As I rest my soul
Daily worries I let go
Comfort I find in your love
Of my weary mind
Your strength is my fruit
I am nourished
Giving me strength
Each day to go on
To fight life’s battles
Seemingly long
Your passion I feed upon
Desires drip onto my tongue
Like nectar falling
Gently from your orchid bloom
As somber lull bathes the room
Your soul is the moon
I wish upon
Its light shines warm and strong
A dream in reality
You’re my reason
My love’s probability
In you I made my sanctuary
Place of hope, newfound revelry
Your skin I read upon
Each curve a verse
Each pore a rhyme
Like poetry written in time
Song sung by heavenly angels
My dream
My wish
My love
My beautiful temple of you
© Markus Fleischmann
Excerpt from the book A Stained Glass Heart

About the Author
Markus Fleischmann is a free thinker and writer who lives in Texas. For me, writing down my thoughts and experiences is an outlet, a release of emotions that I feel, and experiences and emotions of others. I am an empath which grants me the gift of heightened feeling in my surroundings. As a dreamer, free thinker and a peddler of words it brings me such great joy to be able to share this gift with others.
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