Your love does so envelop me that I can summon it when I feel dark and lonely.

I wonder sometimes how, but, suddenly, my mind sees your face.

Then the completeness so familiar to us I can embrace.

Apart or together, our kind of love is only known by surprise.

Can't make up this stuff.

Any change could only come at death.

I wonder though, if the limits to love's power is unknown and we need every heartbeat, every next breath.

What could it be like when life has left?

One may be, only in wait, for again, that completeness so familiar to us.

True love is easy to write about when you truly know your subject.

And I am one so blessed.

I've been granted all my wishes.

This is dedicated to: Mrs.