I live in a house of love
Tonight I sit down to write…
Nothing.
Empty.
My soul is not burdened
No shackles to release.
My heart is full, satisfied.
No yearning,
No fear.
Content.
My most heartfelt poem,
Can not descend to words.
Eventually I will only write one word.
Love.
The refiner’s fire continues to concentrate, purify.
My joy exceeds words,
My love for you transcends this plane.
And so I finally distill my heart’s message.
“Dear God,
Thank you for this day
Of life,
And love,
With this precious woman
My other half.”
Each day is sufficient
And I beg for more.
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