Angels Soaring

Each day, just as the morning sun dispels the night,

I find myself falling more and more in love with you —

that love of all of your being, unfettered, soaring.

Your very being: inquisitive, independent, knowing yourself.

Your very being: gentle, loving, caring, knowing me

in ways that none have known or seen me before.

To share ourselves with one another, lovingly and kindly.

Each day I find myself in love with you in ways I never knew.

Your being is all that I sought in you.

Seconds physically apart seem like eternity,

as your light dispels the darkness of this world.

I, in knowing your love and passions, dream about you.

Your very touch, the beating of our hearts combined, will overcome all obstacles.

My touching your skin, I listen to your heartbeat;

your breathing, your movements guide me.

I have known no other love as this. I admit my flaws and know that none are perfect.

I have one certainty engraved in my soul: our shared love for one another.

There are times I know that language fails me,

but to pleasure you on so many levels delights that which is me.

Be it that first cup of coffee in the morning as you wake,

our making love to the ending of the day,

when gently I hold you close and I see you resting in my arms, feel your breath.

So precious is such love, priceless and beyond mortal measure,

that I would never let it go stale, nor have it seen as taken for granted or abused.

Such love is freely given, needing no justification to another,

holding each other’s hearts in ways too sacred and divine.

I am glad for the sun to see that which is ours,

to share that which is in our hearts without fear of judgement or disparagement,

to value each other’s feelings, support one another through the hurts of the past.

AK

Book of Angels (AK)