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You are the other pole of my everything.
You are my complement and completion.
You are my constant invitation to be kinder and better.
You are gentle yet opposing, determined yet synchronous.
We seem after all to have learned to dance well.
I loved you first in awe of your mystery and beauty.
I love you now in respect of your generous heart.
I am still discovering just who it is you really are.
I am in my proper place only when near you.
We have made a space beside for each other.
I can't think except you are in my thinking.
I can't do except you are in my doing.
I can't worry except you are in my worrying.
I can't dream except you are in my dreaming.
We have made a tapestry and are weaving still. |
