LOVE IS FULL.

Deeply, passion stirs the emotion,

Pulsating near the surface of its own accord,

This unfathomable essence;

Defying conception, ever knocking my

Inner door, whispering intently:

'I feel for you completely.'

Beyond the tapestry of thought,

Which my words fail miserably to convey:

I try to grasp its warmth,

But feeble, is the attempt of delivery's court,

Because limited is my skill in this form;

And yet, expression I'm compelled to sought. 

I'm captured, consumed by its play 

Reducing care to nought of its intensity;

Its brevity, its uncompromising ecstasy,

Which ebbs without measure through me as

If the bliss of eternity has found a niche 

Flowing through this vessel physically. 

Its your presence here of being, 

All natural, manner and pattern of qualities that 

Is you, 

And how you are and move.

Unafraid and full, in the gaze of what I cannot see:

Its like not seeing a full breeze blowing, knowing

The strengths of breath it breathes. 

For what I feel, doubt cannot offend, is now truly 

In bloom,  

Love at its finest and deepest for you!