It will rain all the day,
And I'll come to you,
After it has rained.

Love's garment woven with endearments
Ovations shared in heart harmony
Vows- the genesis of love's endeavor
Enduring love cultivated with kindness

          ~when love precipitates, selfishness evaporates~

You do look a little bit older
than you used to

these days;

your youthful visage
a tad thumbed by turning many page:

but despite the so called age process
you still simply merry everything with the fantastic of elan:
oh what a guy,
oh, what a man!

I am terrified, all right?
Coul you please be, too, terrified?

When she cries, perhaps she is laughing?
A stone's throw from spectrum's edge
Like a great burning wheel
Strewn across barren steppes

When she laughs, perhaps she is crying?
Riding the sine wave
Like a true, commited surfer
She crashes into the water
Tears become one
With the endless blue expanse