Tag Archives: love

Where there is love

Where there is love, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Where there is love The heart blos­soms joy­fully Like flow­ers in spring © Thorsten Becker

Flower of mine

Flower of mine, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. All that I need To make my heart rejoice All that I need Lis­ten­ing to that ten­der voice All that I need To brighten my day All that I need To hold me steady when I sway All that I need To lighten my load All that I need

This is the way, walk in it”

This is the way, walk in it”, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. For there is always one light shin­ing ever­last­ingly One voice that soothes and calms the storm One ten­der car­ing love to carry us through One deep con­cern long­ing to see us happy One shadow on a hot day to pro­vide relief One gen­tle

How I enjoy watching you

How I enjoy watch­ing you, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. You are the warm hearth on a cold win­ter day The sun­shine break­ing through heavy clouds The cheer­ful laugh­ter chas­ing away the rain The smile in the mir­ror when I frown The nightin­gale singing me to rest­ful sleep The bliss­ful bal­le­rina danc­ing in the jew­elry

Together

Together, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. We grow Inter­twined Never apart We touch But gen­tly Ten­der kiss We feel As one Never alone We cher­ish Love hearts Inscribed upon our skin Badges of honor Of our loy­alty We stretch Towards the light Yet firmly rooted We carry Within Spirit divine We love For­ever We stand Tall Together ©

The tongue is a fire

The tongue is a fire, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. “5 Like­wise the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Con­sider what a great for­est is set on fire by a small spark. 6 The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the

Lost and found

Lost and found, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Some­times we’re adrift, lost at sea Thrown hither and tither from wave to wave. Float­ing atop, barely at times. Afraid of sink­ing to ocean’s bot­tom so deep. Then, sud­denly, just as all hope seems lost A dis­tant shore emerges on the hori­zon, A gen­tle breeze bring­ing us