Tiny wildflowers lay scattered on the floor.
Once proud and full of life, but no longer
They have sacrificed their essence for you.
Gratefully and without thought of remorse
Few women receive flower blessings
Even fewer are blessed so willingly
Perhaps they know that everything has a master
Beauty does as well
They have been lucky to find you
I’m lost the place where things are as they should be.
No one sees where things begin or where they end.
My truth lies in a face, and in a smile, and a laugh, and of course in a touch.
Being lost in the wonderment of love makes perfect sense.
Why it happens, that I cannot tell, only can I say I am grateful.
She’s my guide, my compass, my light shining at the end of my tunnel.
My sense of direction has been tuned, been refined, been sharpened.
I see like never before, and I like what I see.
There are gifts, and there are gifts
Some carry the glitter and shine
Others, like flowers, are fragrant and then gone
Leaving only memories, pleasant and calming
Yet none compare to the product of love
When purity embraces passion
When the physical, mental, and emotional all converge
Time offers a sacrifice
As it stands fast, holding for those precious moments
When one and one make another one
And with a collective exhale
We sleep until the new day dawns
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