Do I have entrance now into your heart,
as you most certainly have had into mine?
I do not want to pompously presume.
I need to know that, in such sacred space,
your love offers me welcome, and a place.
Self-righteous doubters seek a given sign,
proving their lack of faith tritely absurd:
but I seek only your confirming word.
I need no more than that (as well, no less)).
Against assurance, no offense can loom;
no wedge can intervene to thrust apart;
no whispered gossip can stir up distress.
Love's seamless essence, wholly beautiful,
and---in this couplet, us---poetical.
Starward
[jlc]