If love were bread,
I’d be full.
If passion were wine,
I’d be drunk.
If you were not in my heart,
I’d be hollow, hungry, and parched.
Now I swell to the point of splitting a healed heart.
Soon I will know where contentment lives.
Now I have a love worth giving.
Soon you will know that even the dark places,
Even the bad spaces have risen to reach light,
Can see the good in every seed that grows.
In the beam of sunshine that sustains a open, honest love.
------------THANK YOU------------
