It is your patience
that compels me.
It is your silence
that bids me to speak.
It is your wonder
I would share,
and your pure,
musical thoughts.
I love you,
and although time creates distance
still, we are beyond time
and far too late to care.
You are all that has proven true
in my life, a glorious sacrament
and I am stricken by awe
that I found you. I have need
to speak, and yet struck dumb
by your stillness,
by the infinite spark
of our love.
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