
You are the brush of velvet against my cheek
the scent that evokes poignant memory
the vision of a blue lagoon
the taste of honeyed wine
and the ineffable saraband I hear.
When we are gone - no matter -
the energy of our love will resonate
as a more perfect, parallel, universe
in its own dimension of space-time.

You are my Earth, I am your Moon
I pull your tides as you attune
to every mood that ripples through
my tug of gravity on you.
Love is the faith that you can say the most difficult things,
the hope that your truth will be understood,
the charity to respond to your need,
and the grace to love you more when the dust settles.

Like the granite mountain, love grows with the sediment of a million small acts until it reaches to the sky.
