Watching my love darken in shadows and
place light where none was before.
He is the artist.
Might I be the muse?
Piano keys hammer away via techno sources.
I look at him if it inspires or detracts.
He is focused, as am I.
But on two different things.
Distances we conquer, heartache and all.
I am constantly thankful for the tie that keeps us bound.
He is home.
He is strength.
He is wonder.
Full of life. That is my love.
