M y love, this is the date that my joy wed your delight. In truth, your love waited with an overly tolerant breath, Carved my name in the space that waited for the other Half of your soul to arrive. Your selfless heart yearned Each and every day that pulsed without any rhythm from me. Life seemed less than expected as your soul searched for the Love that had so long before been unanswered and left to ache Every time it eagerly sought the piece that fit so well. P erchance you found me seeking the same, the mislaid portion Ready to effortlessly slide into place and fill the void of years. I am staggered by your patience, humbled by your affections, Mad thrown with happiness that your Love for me remained, Eager to forgive, willing to unlock your spirit and let me in. I Love you more than any word could ever suggest its meaning. My laughter has returned with a freedom that never escaped as fast. L ove, with its sweet breath, now soars in me through you. Until this
(The Weaver's Song)