Knowing

Everyone needs love to pick them up

I rejoice at your tender and gentle strength

with which at times you carry me

when I am unable to walk

In moments of darkness

I ask

“Who am I, that you should care in the way that you do?”

Then, I realise that I am purpose made

for the pleasure of knowing you

The way your mind melds with mine

My heart has become your home

The way you fit within my arms and against my body

The more I see

The more I know

The more I want to give,

And then you whisper my name

And you look into my eyes,

I am yours

always!