Drawn together,
seemingly predestined,
freewill nothing but illusion,
a love so infinitely rare-
a random wave of emotion
to be surfed to its destination?
No, a power so sublime,
exceeding that force
holding the universe together.
seemingly predestined,
freewill nothing but illusion,
a love so infinitely rare-
a random wave of emotion
to be surfed to its destination?
No, a power so sublime,
exceeding that force
holding the universe together.
Were there ever more,
or more intense emotions
rushing at once,
to weigh and buoy my heart?
Your touch a great clarifier
of thought and feeling.
Restraint overcome,
replaced by the capacity to love
that stems from being loved.
My life flashing before me,
the realization of misshapen thought,
misspent years changing everything;
understanding the true worth,
this offer of life unencumbered.
Every day a gift,
every moment to savor,
a license to enjoy life
on unfamiliar turf,
nothing more than fearless-
when that felt at night,
when we are all most alone,
a fear so great
to be called mortal terror,
made powerless by your touch.
Studying your face
feature by feature,
could I ever forget your eyes,
the luster of your hair,
the shape of your mouth,
the sheen on your lips.
This sum of love and beauty
encompassing a dream;
our lives before us.
the sheen on your lips.
This sum of love and beauty
encompassing a dream;
our lives before us.
Thoughts held in mind
reproduced in their kind,
love growing, ever expanding;
your inherent goodness
found me in me,
showing what I might be
taught the value of family,
and roots.
In simplest terms,
my life began that day
though I'd lived decades without.
To see those eyelids flutter,
to watch and pray through the night
that I could fulfill
my role as husband,
to be your lifelong companion,
friend, advocate, lover, protector-
that you would understand cherish-
and be a wife satisfied.
How long since we last kissed,
only a moment ago,
or an eternity?
Oh, the sense of ineffable rest,
joy and completeness
when in your arms;
a lover won,
a wife to behold.
The commonplace, the everyday,
behind its familiar facade
being most likely to hold surprise,
the memories to treasure;
Rejecting an existence
that substitutes flash for beauty,
sensation for love-
as long as there is life
there is hope that beauty,
that love lost can be rediscovered,
what was reviled can be redeemed.
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