Every morning, Love beckons us into a new day. It whispers promises in our ear. It is the reason we lift our head 
from our pillow each morning. As soothing as a breeze drifting over the sheets and the warm kiss of the eastern sun through our bedroom window, To think that every beautiful sunset and joyful sunrise was made for me. 
A testimony of the love that was, and is, and is to come. Becoming tangible at my heart’s cry, 
Generous giver of precious moments. The kind of love worth losing yourself in. Intimacy is a work of art 
to last a lifetime and beyond.

~lr (2007)

Dedicated to the Lover of my soul. The One to whom every unspoken poem is written. The One who loves me perfectly.
