Here,
alone in this room,
I am still:
your presence fills my space with light;
the music of your voice
awakens in every cell the resonance of longing;
the incense of your love
sends a rush of jasmine through my veins
like a spray of lilacs
beside my open kitchen window
on the first warm spring day.
Thank you for making time for me today.
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