Exaltation No. 9

oh my love when I, in my minds eye, think of you, my heart lifts and leaps, my lungs sigh, my tongue dances, my arms ache to hold you, my cheek longs to rest upon your chest, I remember the cadence and timbre of your voice

this desire doesn’t fade, instead it grows, having once known the grace and safety of you, my soul can hardly bear to be separated, for in you, every moment is a gift, a pleasure, and my lips part in anticipation, to be in your orbit anew, for wholeness to be mine again

my love, you are the one true great love of my life, I was created to love you, and now I am sustained and completed, in you I am found, there is no reason to search any longer, for you are the finisher of my endless wanderings, I am smitten, struck down to the core, and now with you, being rebuilt one moment at a time

you cause me to be who I am meant to be


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    • I’m trying. Some things are very uncertain and up in the air. But I like to think there’s hope on the horizon. I’m sorry I haven’t been around to read much lately. I was so far behind in work due to some circumstances. And I have a few behind the scenes projects I’ve been wanting to work on (including something to do with your book 😳). I hope you’re well, my friend.

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      • I’ve been crazy busy myself until the past week or so with work, so I get it and no apologies needed.

        I understand uncertainty. And I can be patient.

        Everything is as well as it can be. Here’s to the hope on the horizon that it comes a little more into view. ;-)

        Looking forward to more updates soon! 💙

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