my hearts ache when
you are absent from home--
heart's desire when you return
once more.
These things
you are each night
and day, each week, each month
every year, eternal, 'till death
we part.
In spring,
like flowers, you
bloom in my heart each day;
your fragrant scent fills every room
with love.
You are
the springtime and
wintertime, the fall and
summertime too; you are my great
delight.
You are
the sun, the moon,
the earth, the sky; you are
the unending galaxies in
night skies.
You are
boundless treasures
to me; you are, my love,
the morning sunrise and the night
sun set.
reason: you are
the beauty, the pain, and
depth of the universe without
compare.
You are--
my tears and aches,
my fears, my pains--laughter--
the racking hurt of short absence--yet joy
renews
with your return.
If absence makes the heart
grow fonder, you are living proof--
my love.
Though we
may be apart
these memories of you
refresh each day because you are
these things.
l love
you beloved
until the seas run dry
or deserts loose their grains of sand
to wind.
You are--
the ying and yang--
alpha and omega--
both the riddle and the black sphinx--
are you.
11-08-04
12-08-04 Revised
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