Our Love
was born before our time,
in a place where all things are sacred.
Created by Spirit.
There was never a question
that could not be answered with yes.
I give my love to you fiercely … as
a winter storm and as gently …
your eyelids fall on my cheek.
I rest my head on your heart -
allow our love to bloom, with all doors
wide open.
You found my treasure, my Self
with eyes that practiced celebration.
There is no doubt where I am meant to be-
home in the space of Our Love.
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