Literature
Slowly
My love for you did not come in a whirl.
In a whirl of fireworks and color.
It was slow,
rising steadily.
Blooming, beautifully.
It grew slowly,
until I realized that my heart was gone.
How strange to find my heart gone.
To find that it slipped away without notice.
Slowly and steadily,
my heart was taken.
Forever in your grasp.
I thank you Jesus,
for holding my heart.
Never to break in your hands.
Safe and sound my heart is,
forever.
My love for you Jesus grew,
slow and steadily.
And it bloomed, full and real.
Now I can say,
with all honesty,
I love you.