Where would I be without your voice, as it settles my soul,
I wish to massage you until you are warm from all my touch,
To stare in your eyes for hours until you well up with contentment,
Holding your petite body close to mine in the cold,
Watching the candle light flicker on the contours and curves,
Of the embodiment of peaceful love in the now,
Where actions become memories,
That last a lifetime.
You fix and mend the broken in the seam of what seems,
Not by trying but by being a human being,
The very source of what brings light to the candle,
Where in the spirit of the flame,
You give the oxygen that keeps me lit.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson written this morning.