The Magic of Love

The Magic of Love
by J.B. Jones

The magic of love...the soft slow dance of your spirit throughout my days. You are with me now more than ever. Through you..things can emerge from deep in my soul, to unlock the pain of years of repression and mourn your sad passing.

He said you impressed him in a bible study one night with a large group of people. You were the one his shy soul longed for as you spoke so confidently to the group. He saw in you the gift of God..God's gift...God's love. His first impression of you surprised me to say the least. He saw you as a loving kind, young woman able to do what he himself could not. It was you who unlocked his passions and fears to become the man he is today. Through your gentle touch and kind words, you touched many lives. It amazes me of your strength, but on the other hand, I saw insecurity and uncertainty. You must have been a vibrant person in your day. I regret only knowing the unsure side of you, however, sweet, stubborn, and fiercely independent..

Through you my love was created, by the fruits of your being..

Just some random thoughts I wrote shortly after my grandmother's death focusing primarily on my grandfather's memories of the first time he saw my grandmother.


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