His love was as silent as flowers abloom. Always quiet. Always gentle. Always right there. His love was like a little creek - all sunlight and sparkle Soft soft water makes its way down to mine heart Encircling my ribcage in a way air never does. His love is an anchor- heavy and reliable I can feel it sinking down to mine bones Making me pause making me breathe making me alive. His love is art in a way art never was. Nothing loud. Nothing strange. Nothing broken. Just like the sun on our backs and the moon on our paths His love waxes and wanes but never amiss never vanquished never lost. - M.A.