There is a love that I have,
secreted between imagination and joy, and who
only speaks quietly, in my life, and who
just accepts that we could be more, but we are this.
There are words I hear that remind me of her.
They insist comfort upon me, they offer harmony.
She is calm,
like blue strings swooning upon soft guitars,
like gladiolas in the breeze,
like the mist in the backdrop of a dream.
How easy it is to love in different ways.
How wonderful it is to love in different ways.
There is this magnificent love I hold for her,
the love that I have, the friend that I have.
There is a space in life we own together
that is only filled by us.
There is a love that I have.
My love, my life, my wife.
Smile at someone today and mean it.