Sparkles crisp sticks with the pile of sweet limbs chirping
Sounds and sights of the speckle memory sparks tipping coming in a singing river ashore
Wind no words but heard with a brush of air rendered to comfort was once loved now, loved once more
In the presence rocks are hard but your love to me is solid even if all matters forms are not real.
Loving you I have seen crystals gleam at night, see the sticks glistened, feel your presence when the wind passes alongside. All while watching our love never changed never unformed.
Loving you is image of why the world seem so formed, solid, and that forever hold the new gleam each and every second.
To my loving darling, may our love always be the singing of every unsound, unseen, and unspoken but meaning filled void as we pass along this day.
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