Ever evolving,
A collection of,
Stories between us,
That together make up the whole.
Your hand, perfectly aligned with mine,
Your skin, familiar, treasured, warm,
You are my home and I am yours.
Sweetheart, this is Love,
When the edges are worn,
When our faces are worn,
Our hearts warmed by each other.
Love is a journey, together,
And time the great refiner.
May I live a hundred lives,
Ever blessed by learning how to love you.
You are the rose attar and honey,
Burning on the sacred hearth of our Home,
And I am blessed by Our Together.
Lovely poem ❤️
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