Written by Angela M. Riddick. All material posted by Poetic Mustard Seeds is protected by copyright.

I have the audacity to still believe that falling in love,

in its purest and sweetest innocence, is still possible

I have the audacity to believe that my loves call

is but a whisper away

Yes, I still have the audacity to believe that he can be my best friend

… here on earth and I can be his best

I have the audacity to believe that his fire is and always will

be the only one for me

Yes, I have the audacity to believe that we will have date nights and disagreements

and candle light baths and moments of intense fellowship

I have the audacity to believe that my heart is big enough to hold his secrets and his fears

and I have the audacity to believe that mine are safe with him

I have the audacity to believe

that my true love is waiting

to meet me on a park bench

 he will ask me my name

will look into my eyes

 and know

that he is sitting next to the audacity of his one and only last love

I just simply

have

the audacity to believe!

“Ah, I hear my lover coming! He is leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.” Song of Songs 2:8 NLT