my love.

my love.

my love.

if i could tell you how i feel or how i understand what we have, i would.

but i do in a quiet way.
i tell you a little in every way.
i show you more everyday.

it's quiet and comforting, i understand and i don't.

you come to me, like a shining knight, even though i know you are only a man.

i expect nothing from you and everything, and you handle it quite well,
like only a knight can.

this, is a blessing.

for you are what you are and cannot change, nor derail from your course.
you will follow it beautifully, without fail.

you come to me, in quiet strength, solemn strides.

clearing the way, one swing at a time
through the brush
you make light through the branches
and i feel the fresh soil and see
the uncharted trail awaiting.

we are quiet in our love and purity has been ours.

i am rested in our peace and have forsaken turmoil forever more.


*from a collection of valentine's day poems i wrote this past lovers' day.