I am lost without you~deep down I know this to be true. ~ Though I sometimes try to deny this gospel of my existence you are necessary as air to flame as water to scorched earth as breath to life. ~ Our lives grow together deeply entwined as the roots of our oldest tree. ~ While its branches may reach for the sun toss in the wind lay heavy with summer rain, its true heart lies deep down entrenched, enmeshed never to be moved.
The Poetry Thursday theme was "gumball poetry," so I offer a sweet love poem written for my husband on his last birthday. (I know, kind of corny. You can go ahead and say "awwww...":)