Just as waves wash over rock
pulled by the moon,
your romanticism moves
me through centuries - reels
my narrative to view
nature's portrait,
not as a sketch but a vivid
account of magnificence.
The rock pressed
from the depths of beginning
is as mysterious as your love.
My universe expands in years
of written matter, where
your vast heart reflects the man,
strong enough to give;
living life on purpose.
You fill my empty space
bending wrong toward right,
with one streak of light
you illuminate my blue world.