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My Love







My love is fragile as iris petals

Yet stronger than the wind

That bruises them;

It is as water slipping over smooth stones

In a brook

Yet constant as the rocky bed

Which cradles it.

It speaks softly as the wind at dawn

Touching willow leaves

Yet sounds to me more clear

Than pealing bells.

It is playful as raindrops on my face

As gusts of rain

Along a curbside pool.

And yet I feel it in

The deepest part of me -

With pain and joy.

I see it in your eyes.

I know by your touch - spirit and body.

And I feel whole.