Love was in my heart
As a frail thread
That barely held me.
You entered.
Taught me
To see
The beauty in all.
To heed
The Unspoken Word.
To drink
The Unpressed wine.
To savor
Every moment.
To ride
To the Unknown.
Love is now my halo.
No beginning, no end.
Surrounding all, embracing all.
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