by Len Pennie
I'm beginning to think you were made just for me.
I'm in awe of how lucky one person can be to be loved through each compromise, question, or qualm.
To be sheltered from storm & enshrined in the calm.
To be held, not like glass but the end of a deal.
Not to be made to hurt but encouraged to heal.
Never begged for forgiveness, but asked for permission.
Instead of excuses be offered contrition.
So patient, consistent, constructive & good,
seeking not to cause conflict but be understood by the person I know knows me inside & out.
Who can calm any storm & assuage any doubt who's not caused but will wipe any tear on my face.
Gives instead a cold shoulder a warming embrace.
In each other, we found it, that thing that we crave.
May it burn like desire & break like a wave lapping shores of the ocean I travel to find, just to love you for longer & be loved back in kind.
I promise to hold you through sickness & health, rich or poor.
I am sure, in your arms, I found wealth.
I will love you for as long as my spirit draws breath & much longer.
For this kind of love knows no death
I am yours for as long as you'd like to be mine.
If you ask me, I am certain forever is fine.
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