My eyes gaze contentedly

upon the tapestry

you weave with love,

colors so vivid

to defy description,

plushest of textures

soft upon the skin,

cradle the colors

define the patterns

that nearly over-fill the sky;

as this creation

takes shape,

always changing

            and growing,

as your living and loving

      sing your songs and tell your tales

         illuminating your beautiful spirit

              for even the blind to see;

 beautiful, bountiful love

keeps the loving cup

                 full to brimming,

fulfillment never found wanting

                the cup, never a drop shy,

it is from an endless supply

        you draw sweet paradise,

    all there is in the world that’s good.