She

... is more golden than gold:

bright, soft, and precious.

A treasure to hold
in the mind or the heart
or a telling embrace.

Lascivious, pure ...
lustful and chaste
of soul, of spirit, of thought, of face.

Who could know of this woman, except to adore her?
Look on her glory and then look any further?

She stands at the core of what, who,
and why am I.
Expands me,
demands nothing more than

chance on chance on chance

to amplify
the beauty that Life grants our little home.

A dream with no phantasms to blur
or conceal
She brings all that's solid.
She makes me more real.

I have known love, and yet
never known this.
The truth of her eyes, the taste of her kiss.

When I had the whole world, it was still less than this.




Happy anniversary, Ariel April Worthy.

I love you so much.