Oh My Love

Oh my love, we joyously still share it all. We still laugh over the silliest things... We only cry occasionally during A sentimental movie. We need not cry Because life has instilled a tolerance for Loss and pain that tears can't bridge. We behold each other without a gaze Yet our auras mingle in a swirl of colors. I sense your warmth across the room As you sense mine and my presence Before you notice I am intrinsically near. This tender intimacy permeates our dwelling, unites our hearts forever as one. You've come to expect your words to spill From my knowing lips when your lips lock And I share that same psychic awareness. The branches from our trunks have grown And blossomed bearing sweet pure fruit. Time has developed our dreams into reality Of years spent growing, caring, and sharing. Yes my love, we still share it all. Amen! 7-9-17 *Dedicated to my husband Michael on our 34th wedding anniversary.