How simple to be happy here in heaven! After all, one doesn't want for much. Passion finds its willing partner, ever Pleased to please with a deft and tender touch. Yearning is like walking through a valley Veiled in the loveliness of flowers. All the beauty of the earth can only Lead us to the edge of what is ours. Etched into our love there is a message, Not of now but of all time and place, Telling of a truth beyond the passage In which we move from mystery to grace. Nor are there signs that such content can be Except my love for you, and yours for me.
