Thursday, August 9, 2012

Our Bench

Here in this place so sacred to us,
the wind rustles through the leaves.
You carry my heart and soul and self,
rooted as firmly as these trees.

You guide my life and choices now;
in these I'll never be alone.
We started here so long before,
always together we have grown.

You taught me unconditional love,
and more than a muse or friend,
you've taught me to yearn for an eternity
joined with you until the end.

When I speak to you of passion now,
please know that mine burns clearly bright.
You are untarnished perfection to me,
my very own beautiful beacon of life.

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