DEAR HUSBAND,

Remember days we skipped class,

Went to the park. I'd feed the squirrels,
Listen to you read poetry, passionately
We fell into that abyss,

Our hearts pouncing

As if we'd slipped on ice

Though it was fire in which we dove

Blindly, seeing only angel silhouettes, 

Their arrows piercing 

Our sensitivities, our sensibilities, 

Our sentimental vulnerabilities

Until we oozed love, RED

Then smeared it like blood 

All over each other?

It's so different now, after all these years

No longer falling, but grounded

In the steadfast unquestionable knowledge

That love is more 

Than grandiose feelings

Burning, staining the essence of the other.

We've learned that love is something profound,

Not easily or simply found.

but a gradual revelation

of ourselves becoming... More.