His love is eager, pure, and real.

He is all that is good in the world.
Purple Wysteria, tangled in my hair,
And I am drunk on his scent.

I lose myself in him each day, as he tells me of

His worries,
                                    
                                            hopes,

                                                                              dreams.


He opens to me like a flower,
Revealing to me those delicate, soft places.
Oh yes, he is so solidly, so tenderly human.

And I am pixie dust, wanting to fly him to the moon;
I want to give him wings.

Oh, he is love warmed to perfection,
And I am his oven.