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My Love, My love I say               My heart I do declare

Is set to hear your beautiful words of music
As I rake my fingers through your hair.

To kiss your notes upon my ears
That digs into my soul
Your heart to me is like music so fine.

I lay my head upon your heart
As you set my heart to the rhyme;

My future man is standing now
To hold me oh so dearly

An arrow of Geese is catching the moon
And flying into my heart,

As I empty of truth from your eyes;
But I am a woman of knowledge of you

And your sweet music for my life
Turns my breath to breathe seemly so is,

And Everywhere I turn there are your songs,
And the love of my heart;

As I count my many blessings and
To feel the love of your kiss

All weary from crying, this is too much I say
As Your words of song tears my heart
As you set my heart to music;

The time has come to take my hand and put them on your lips,
To pull me oh so to your heart
Just to hear the words of the music to my ears;

As I looked back to the night
To the love for long,

This is a gift from you to me
The music of the heart
As you set my heart to music;

So kiss my lips and then my hands
And press upon my heart

The need I have for you my love
As you set my heart to music;


© 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford


A beautiful winter moon shown over their lives
As Carlos and Ana standing in the middle of their dream;

Like two hearts together
Loving and sharing

Carlos didn’t think he ever knew
A woman quite like Ana;

With a smile like diamonds
And hair WITH glimmering black colors

With unique slanted eyes of a cat, so bold and bright
That can seduce him.

To the pretty tree in the window sill;
He glanced to his left where she stood so full of light
His Ana so beautiful on this starry night;

Her kiss like angels dipping down on his face and
Kisses liked the stars of the night. Face that is as lovely as all time;
As lights winked and danced around.

He smelled her so lovely like lavender and lace, the touch from her embrace
Made him melt into her beyond; Frost crunched under Carlos boots
As he pulled sweet Ana to him; her presence he couldn’t deny.

With the faint sense of relief, That Ana was his forever.
He saw a flash of her loveliness through the window
The need he had for her so real,
As he reached for her daring hand
To his lips they will go,

As her kisses were hot with fire
The blaze going to his heart

The couple fell madly in love
And was married on November 12, 2011;

As two hearts together
Giving and caring

And in laughter and tears:


© 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford


Isaiah 61:10 (NIV). I delight greatly in the LORD; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels……. Thoughts on This Verse… This is God’s promise to his people after their Messiah comes with healing and power to bless them with the Lord’s favor. In many ways, this is our promise as Christians. We do rejoice greatly because God has delivered us from law, sin, and death through the coming of our Savior and Lord. Because of Jesus’ sacrifice, as God’s children we are clothed with Christ (Gal. 3:26-27) and given garments of salvation and robes of his righteousness.


Graphic by Lee W. Outlaw, PhD


My Jesus is the Cup of knowledge,

Above all
He is the wealth and treasures of the earth

Above all
Our Lord is the Cup of wisdom,

Above all
There is no way to measure what He is worth.

Above all,
HE is all wisdom

Above all
Our Lord is the Lamb of God.

Above all
Jesus is the Cup of love,

Above all
He has created all things

Above all
My sweet Lord is Cup of passion,

Above all
Jesus is all ways of man

Above all
He is the Cup of forgiveness,

Above all
My sweet Lord is all nature

Above all
Jesus is the Cup of mercy,

Above all
He was Crucified, and laid behind the stone

Above all
My sweet Lord is the Cup of grace,

Above all
Jesus lived to die, rejected and along

Above all
He is the Cup of kindness

Above all
Our Lord took the fall and thought of me above all

Above all
My sweet Lord is
Jesus were here before the world began

Above all

Above all
My sweet Lord is Above all wonders the world has ever known.

Above all

Above all
Our Jesus is unique.

Above all

Above all
He is LIKE A ROSE that never dies

Above all

Above all

What else can I say?


© 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford

Jason and Laura

They used to have a special dream

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Cradled deep within their hearts

That someday they would meet
That someone wonderful;

You see it was hidden in their minds
And then right around the corner
They met their love.

He looked and thought ‘what a beauty’
She looked and cried ‘how wonderfully made he is’

Their love made them understand
That their life would be complete
With each other that day;

They had someone that would spend bright days
And lonely times together

With their laughter that brought joy every day;
Their love so special;

The dream they used to dream is now a reality;

A dream that has come true with each other;

Diffused sunlight trickled through her hair,

From the moment they met and the moment they kissed
It was love that first night.

Oh true love is


© 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford


by Poet/Author Deborah Brooks-Langford

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As you came to me in a peninsula of a forest;

In the mid of the night;

With a look and kiss as you were flashing in my life

I knew that you were the one though it hurt a

 Good bit of the time

That was for me so long ago.

Oh Lover boy, I knew so well,

are you waiting at my door?

Whispering where are you my love?

My heart beating so that the whole world could hear,

Anticipating and longing for your touch;

Your hand comes through the door reaching for me,

As I open the door wanting and longing for your kiss.

Your arms encircle me and pull me to you

And our lips meet

In such an explosion of feeling and emotions

That we did not know we had.

The river of love and lust together so sweet and full filling,

 That when we fall so deep into each other

That it is with such a force that we delve so deep within

Onto the bed and we lay and look and touch and kiss

Not quite getting enough of each other.

That’s how I remember you so full of love.

 I do love you and I am so longing for our time.

From so long ago; How long was I supposed to wait I say?

It was the slow night with anticipation

You were like fire color fire of the night and lightening I knew.

Wheels turned behind your blue eyes

The two of us fit well together in the mare of life

As you grabbed me by my waist and pressed my face to your back.

The smell of you made me swell

Midmorning rolled around and there you were saying 

‘Imagine love’ you said ‘where there were no boundaries’

‘To love the night away;’

Then the day I went away was like a fire in my soul

Oh my love, forgive me I say. Let me know I pray

That it was a long time ago. That we may be free;

We beat down the gravel road in dust. To find our perfect spot

The woods spell our words of time

The true spot you know the place so well

The feeling of joy comes so fast

It is a far deeper of feelings to be

The despair may flood higher

As a comet comes blazing across my heart

I sit still blinded.

As it was a long time ago.

©Copyright 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford

I Will Meet You at The Waterfall

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by Deborah Brooks-Langford

The darkness is coming among us

I headed out to the rocks to see

The crocuses were among my feet

As I slid along the slippery slopes

To find the one I love

I had to have a closer look

His feather flamed was dosed dull

It was icy and cold to the touch

The look of passion was not mistaken

He saw me that I knew

That trinity of need made the flames flared high

The sacrament of broken need

He ran towards me around the rocks

The water falling in my lead

So much of what he was

Took me by the heart

“What is lovely is what I see” as he whispers to me

What passes to loveliness pleases thee?

The touch of hands

The look so slightly

As the waterfall drops’

The swirl of water ever so slightly

Feeling the drops to my dress

It plasters to my skin

As he took his hand to my face

The shivers of my soul

It pleases me to know

Unhurried as if to please him so

The guilt to having doubts

Took its toll under the waterfall;

The kiss to kiss meets with the lips

Much awaited love to hold us now

The passion that sees the lovers brace

As I meet you at the WATERFALL.

©Copyright 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford


by Deborah Brooks Langford on Sunday, November 13, 2011 at 4:04pm

Do not be afraid

She heard him say

“I am here to hold you dear”

Her stillness became acquiescence to her still

It’s nice to have you home for Christmas they may say

But her heart knows the better

The disgrace was still the footnote.

The night wind made a faint whisper

Telling her over and over

The time has come and gone

Forget the pain of evermore.

Dancing took her to a time

Her feet would fly and fly

Sweeping steps of every beat

To see those days that would go by;

Just to remember his words so dear

To clear her mind of pain

The slightest motion of his hand

To kiss the smiles she must be;

The sound reverberated through the crisp autumn air

Klung, klung, klung of the wood

Reminding her he was there.

She remembers his words although,

As the faint breeze lifted her veil

But the face she saw was the one captured of long ago;

With black skirts and pine needles that she wrote

The songs were sung to her heart

Etched forever more this day

With colored hair ribbons all so new

Ponytails askew;

He took her hand to strange places that were so few

On Saturday nights to kiss the kiss

She remembers the words he spoke

The bell tolled once and then twice she heard

Sound exploded and glass flew.

As her life fell around her like needles ever so slightly,

The pain of it all so gone

Just to remember the words he spoke;

The farther and farther he tolled

The longer and longer she was gone

So now the years have passed

The pain is as she remembers


Was so light

That it still tore her heart.


©Copyright 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford