Is like a fish in water swimming so
Wherever and however it may go
It cannot see the water for the whole
Of its existence stretched from pole to pole
Is nothing else but water. It can know
Love only by the shadow it may show
Upon the curvature of my fishbowl.
And as I breathe the love I feel, my being
His given sustenance by what it breathes;
To be surrounded so is simply freeing
As I'm embraced by love and what it wreaths.
I have to wish to see it for in seeing
I could no longer breathe the love that sheaths.
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