Our love is all consuming.
In a gently positive way.
Far above the obsessions,
I strove for in my youth.
She makes the good better,
and the bad easier to bear.
She stands beside me,
the strongest person I've met.
Letting me lean on her,
but only when I need to.
Because she respects me,
my strength and courage.
My dreams have morphed,
into our dreams.
So now we work hard,
and we plan our future.
Oh, how nice a word.
Our, our love.
Our touches.
Our laughes.
Our secrets.
Our.