roses blooming
in my life I find you
always attentive
always kind.
never have I looked over
except you looked back
with peace.
a goodness surrounds you
and fills the space
of where you are.
you support my hope
with constant faith
and earnest help.
you are not a scholar
but your spirit
is wise of the ages.
for it is connected to
eternal truth
by a silver cord.
you are not mine
and I am not yours
yet we love.
you are tangled in me
and I in you
like rose bushes. |
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