I
can sing to you ‘til I’m blue in the face
‘til
the stars go dim from answering my wishes
and
that paper moon defies its nature tells me that you do
believe in me the way that I believe in you.
I
can shout my love from the rooftops
Write
songs and poems
Tend
to your fragile heart
Like
I do my cherished plants and revealing dreams
Nurturing,
sharing, supporting our ever-flexing imaginations
adoring
your caring and graciousness
as
well as our struggles and unanswered questions.
To
be a part of your waking thoughts
Your
evening dreams
Your
glorious plans and anxious doubts
Exhilarates
my every moment.
But
nothing can ever mean anything more
Than
that very first glimpse when I saw you
Felt
your presence descend upon my heart
An
explosion from heights I’d never dreamed
Instantly
Tossing
my depleted soul into sensual
Romantic
Inexplicable
overdrive
The
likes I’d given up dreaming of.
That
we both somehow intuitively knew
The
safety of being entwined in each other’s arms
Here
on this ragged old lifeboat of a couch
Would
repeatedly replace any silly questions
All
fragmented doubts
Any
distracting expectations
With
a rejuvenating embrace of the magnificence
of
each moment we find ourselves
smiling
crying
staring
laughing
into each other’s eyes
nowhere
else we’d rather be
than
blanketed by the safe place
of
such a real and daring love.
Explanations
Not
needed.
Hearts
aligned
Beating
as one.
How
I adore my Beautiful Baby
And
the love we hold so dear.
One
year
Filling
my soul
Each
delicious moment
Of
every delicate day.
I
love my BB.
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