No hidden agenda masks my Love,
fearsome, serious, rigid ...
the disguises have fallen away.
My skin is tender, new, receptive,
smiling at the unknown
in child-like wonder.
So many gifts left unopened
lay at my feet ...
waiting for my acceptance.
And everywhere my new eyes look,
laughter shimmers like leaves dancing,
blown by happy breezes
through forests of living green.
John McIntosh
OM-IAM.com