That is the beauty of my situation.
Had it been otherwise I'd feel alone;
This life, instead, brings feelings of elation.
I struggle to find words to do her right;
I cannot speak, although I feel the need.
I am a plant - her love is my sunlight;
I am an ox - her love becomes my feed.
These metaphors are all that I can give
To try, though fruitlessly, to speak my heart.
Without her love, I know that I could live,
But it would be an empty life apart.
The sense of being known that love admits
Exceeds the power of my voice and wits.
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