Grief,  Poetry

To Choose and be Chosen

To know and be known, to fully embrace all of who you are, to be accepted just as I am, and encouraged to be the very best that I can.
To experience a magic that takes on a life of its own, to be the recipient of pure adoration.
To choose and be chosen, and then to choose again and again, risk and trust interwoven.
Close enough to touch your soul, lucky enough to hold your heart. In awe at the depth of your mind; fully seen and safe in kind.
I have seen miracles; had grand adventure. But even the greatest of them cannot compare, to the mystery of two becoming one. I now know the meaning of love. 


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