Listen now to the words I have exude.

I have not partaken in delightful festivities

of spirits, yet find myself Drunk.

In Love I lie nuzzled in solace with comfort viewed,

firm in adversity, unknowing my gratitude.

Belongings ravel away

while something new arrives;

surroundings ripple throughout each day,

coming and going of no surprise,

yet her love Irreplaceable.

 

Time treads mellifluously around the board;

countdown to our next accord.

Our time as shine that glistens

brightly, mere breeze brings fade;

the once lit room our love;

from the beginning to the End Of Time it remains.

 

Absence of incense still evokes luxurious aroma

nor is au courant attire desired for her appeal.

Her eyes as needle through a thread;

easily piercing through my inner stitching;

smile as the bask that breaks through

the storm to calm my expanse. To convey

in another way would be dishonest;

to such intensity I admit my novice.

I give thanks for His creation;

her design Flawless. This is she.