My love,
I feel the pain
from the hidden cycles ahead
That began before birth
and your measured worth
was the path from the road to your bed
And the busy home
that never took the time
to see what made you a gift
Anytime
you bore the fruit of expression
you were judged as a selfish rift
My love,
you are a being
whose magnitude has touched my migrant star
Whose gravitas
could summon from icy depths
a sacrifice of light trails in the late hour
In you
there is no night
for your love also summons a golden day
In me
you've awakened
authenticity in everything I do and say
Your karma
complete even though
I am but a mere soul
For you have ended
the cycle of shallow love
and started the cycle of becoming whole