Bridge · Faith · Life


I think about you everyday.
You are there, in my heart,
occupying my rooftops, and plains.

A warm feeling illumines my roads.
You are everpresent, beloved,
I live with you, I die with you,
minutes fleet away, in this sacred lifetime
of sonnets, and gardens –
images are poor, words are small,
what is there to say
about the human heart?

What is there to say?
We are blessed, we are united
by an invisible hand
that intertwines fates
in an incomprehensible,
yet softly magical way.


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