'Tis Love

I want to thank you, for being here, to let me hold you through the night. For smiling and for returning timid kisses, for holding hands, and not complaining about my sweaty palm, for putting chores into another life; and for suspending time, but mind you, there is no thanks, no gratitude, no 'preciation for establishing, especially, with much considered care, a pecking order in your life. And placing me so high that I can touch the rafters, swing, hanging high and shout for all the world, and for the heavens to hear the story of a Happy Man. Forgive my caprioles, and most especially my monkey grin, I'll tone them down, those wavey decibels, and then, I'll reach for you, and with the strength that only LOVE can bring, I'll lift you, and bring you close, until our lips just touch. I trust we are, together on our perch, a trifle asymmetrical, to those who would look up in awe at what can be no less.