Expansive Gifts Of Each

Her love makes me feel victory incarnate...
She is no trophy, and I ain't no prize either,
but god DAMN if I haven't overcome
legions of personal demons and crossed the very
river of death to be this man...

Her man.

The beauty of change is the birth from loss
and we know loss too well, her and I
this gentle force of nature I ache
hurricanes and breezes for.
Sapphire storms unleashed blue flame lightning

Her eyes own my saved soul.

But be clear on this, naysayers and broken hearts
and know that my salvation lied within me long before
she came along and simply made a better man more.
We add to each for what we bring, not for
what we take away. Molecules build upon each,

and so do we.

Chris Whitenack © 2014