I encountered you.
I am broken.
You filled my mind with your life
So much to learn.
Then, you gave your soul to me;
you made me yearn;
Not so much a collision as a long deep breath
not a token;
A fire, deep inside my soul.
I try to bank that fire;
it only burns more brightly.
Your gentleness is unique;
your geniuneness undeniable.
you mend my heart;
with gentle touch;
not ravenous intensity.
I do not ask why;
I lay down in your gentle river;
and float peacefully.
No hurry, no abandonment,
These are slow warm waters.
No hurry, no pain;
just hope.
Chip Bergeron