Elusory

My Love.
a term of endearment
for the common
and
uncommon.
A notion, whim
claimed to be held
by many
but
understood by too few.
an overused declaration
which embodies
my eternal devotion
to you.

My Love,
resides in your gaze sensed
across the room.
the warmth emanating
from your bright, loving eyes
gives me peace
when feeling the most
chaotic.
I look to you,
and
your glance
feeds my embattled mind,
reminding me that
I
am not alone.

My Love,
blossoms with each instant
you teach our sons to
be
men.
gently, respectfully guiding them
to be aware,
kind.
your fatherly education
fills my glaring
motherly gaps

and allows me perspective
into the quieter, subtler world of
discipline.
our little men respond
with awe,
an awe reserved only
for daddy.

My Love,
is nothing less than
trust.
as a flower awaits the knowing
sustenance
of the morning sun,
I turn to you
for my survival,
protection,
passion.
You are my light,
the hope
of bright days and
starry nights
and a boundless future,
for we
manifest an unwavering
force.

And as I lovingly
draw you to my
breast,
I breathe in your
vitality
and spirit.
secure in our place in
this world
together,
I exhale relief
in the uncommonness
of
our Love.