I write a love poem
i know they are there
and kindle myself with home
the feeling comes on that
can't be described
because it comes from the heart

I know you are something like me
something that sees beyond
something that is a piece of the soul
something the heart would know

whatever it is I don't really care
some things can not be explained
a feeling, a knowing, a realization
some how a further connection

we know, we adore what it does offer
whether we bicker or make love together
wickedly sinful, almighty holy
the balance of season aligns

they asked that we be patient
they asked that we hold on
yet we never left, not once, not ever
despite what a mind creates

because they know to separate thoughts
only causes dysfunction
what's ours is there's
what's there's is ours
and everything is connected