I know your long walks in the woods.
I’ve witnessed the way the spirit moves him.
I’ve seen his body sway to favorite music.
I’ve felt on his bare neck his pulse race as he stands beneath mountains.
I’ve known him to be speechless in love.
This is how I know I am his,
because what stirs his heart,
stirs mine.
and I am yours.
i’ve come back to read this maybe five or six times… it’s just perfect. and lovely. and inspiring…