I am not drunk with any emotional high,
My reason not clouded by raw unanchored feelings,
I am busy doing what I really love,
Yet I still manage to take a break from it to think of you,
You open your mouth to sing and the birds go hush to listen,
When you smile,
Darkness hides and the moon retreats as an unworthy competitor,
You walk and all the cats protest in jealous rage at your grace,
A sweet smelling fragrance erupts from your fragile self,
Wafts like an attractive force around the globe,
From the perfect strivings of your imperfect self,
You love's shows up like the
earth,
Through the seasons,
Through the bite and
sting of winter cold,
And the scathing heat
of summer days,
Through the beauty and
nakedness of Fall,
Through the freshness
and bloom of springtime,
Through countless
repeated daily cycles,
Cycles of daylight
when the sun shows up in brilliant splendor,
Retreats to hide its
beauty and its warmth,
And night time takes
over enveloping all with darkness,
Your love is truly ever present,
Through stormy days,
Through rainbow days,
Like the earth your love is always
there,
... always
there, always here and always there...
In one form or the
other,
Battered maybe,
flickering maybe, struggling maybe,
Patched maybe, gasping
for second wind maybe but always there,
Always here, Ever present...
Your love is true,
So true it makes me question the verity of mine,
So true it makes me question the verity of mine,
And it is always a gift from you to me,
So strong it makes my best "thank you" the weakest phrase!
Brussels © October 2014 afesehngwaHilary
