Without you, love,
I would have only known part,
I would have missed much,
The quiet woodlands of your being,
The benediction of your calm.
Without your presence
I would have been halved,
If you had not come to claim me
I would have been bereft of self,
And the sweet song-birds of our lives
Would have been absent, silent.
I would not have known where to shelter
And I would have wept.
But I have been blessed with my inheritance.
I have been chosen your beloved
And you, I chose, as mine.
We are met, mated, one
In the deepest recesses of all wisdom, God.
With you, love,
I am come into the morning.