And the
birth of the
morning in
your eyes,

and the
still of
our heart
beats
timing into
one.

love has
left
you,
to find
you again.

it is
no longer
then
it is only
now.

like broken
sheets
of snow
upon a
river,

remembering not
the harshness
of the
frozen cold

or stagnant

winter,

or the
falling
of gentle
rain
upon your
face that
remembers
not the
death of
broken
dreams

everything
is new.

and the
love you
give is
his universe
and the
pillow
you rest
your head
upon will
be his
dreams,

and you
will wear
one another
like pieces
of God's
tailored
clothing.

and to
anyone
else it
would not
fit.

it would
not give
warmth.

but only
the fleeting
glimpse of
what love

was meant
to be.