I think you’ve always had the light within you,
though you did hide it for a time, protecting your treasure.
Isn’t it amazing, My Love, that we each have a path to the other,
that no one else can share? I love how we do that,
how you light my way. And you lovingly gaze
at my flowers along my trail,
the ones no one else
You will always be, “My Love”, and I will always
seek your light.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
“When we love people, we give them hope.”