she loves him
its in her words
and they were always
the map of her heart
now brings the whole universe
to him in whispers of
now and forever
he loves her
the poet with a reason to write
the words he writes are heart
at last he has found his place
in the world and the purpose
for poetry and for breathing
he writes her his muse defined
I read them both
and in the quiet of the night
I bow my head and I cry
and I to know what love is
tjs
