She is,

She is,

She was

And will be,

Always,

Deep within me.

Whether here,

Or there,

When she goes,

Her own way,

Even though,

I know not where,

Nothing will tear

Her away from me.

Connected,

Entwined,

In essence,

Our presence

So tenderly en-wrapped.

A healthy obsession,

Enveloping us both.

Lifting us up,

To be more

Than before the melding

Of our love, moulded

Our souls,

Into the

Crux of our lives.

And created

A space for us to be

All that we could be.

Allowing me

To see the world anew.

Every view,

Texture,

Hue.

Come what may.

Every day.