|West coast of France|
Like two lines from a half-remembered song,
Like earth and waves meet and become the beach,
It feels like you have known me all along.
Like sunlight through high cathedral windows,
Your thoughts illumine things—human, divine,
And in your eyes, my tangled thoughts compose;
Grace in your person takes shape more defined.
Your smile’s a joy but wondered at before,
Each breathless line and curve excelling dream;
Intoxicating whisper in my ear,
Your touch refreshing as a mountain stream.
You are the half I didn't know I missed,
Each word, each look, each kiss a priceless gift.