when I speak of love
you are its beginning
the seed
the spark
the reason
for its being
when I write of love
you are the feeling
the breath
the light
the warmth
of its being
when I dream of love
you are its essence
the root
the depth
the mystery
of its being
Today is the hubby’s birthday. 🙂 We went to dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings. Mmmm, wings!
