Bud of Love

It was a hot Saturday night,
And the blues were loud and strong;
Couldn't put my finger on it,
But something was very wrong.

Like a thief in the night, he came,
To hear my cares and woes;
It turned into a beautiful night,
The kind in which love flows.

He came to steal my heart away,
And just may succeed;
He came in answer to my prayer,
And filled my every need.

On the vine, lies there a bud,
The bud of love lies there in gloom;
For only time can tell the truth,
Will the love reach full bloom?

~ Sandra Oidtman ~
Copyright1999