and i am hers . . .

and i am hers

Love is my constant companion

and my sanctity

and i am hers as well

without me she has no voice

she is but a mute in a world of noise

if i feed Her not

surely she will starve

and in this malnourished state

she will dry up

and become the chaff of the desert winds

in this barren landscape

that used to vibrantly live

and feed the substance

of all hearts

if i give her not of my waters of spirit

she will wither back to the nothingness

that which was before things manifest

and lest i consent to her well being

she will never know the joy

of touching another soul

ever again

for Love is my slave

as she is yours

to command

to hire out

at no cost

to all you encounter

i can dress her as i wish

as a smile

a caring gesture

and empathetic look

or even a thought

i adorn her with light

and she multiplies

that which i give to her

for she is a good steward

of my soul

i feed her the fruits

of my noble intent for goodness

borne of the seeds

i have planted

all my life

and i know thus

that she has fulfilled her duty

for it was love

that nourished my garden

when i was absent

in my unconsciousness

or while i slept

yes

it is i who sustains her

as do you

it is the “i’ in us all

that gives Love life

and she is ever grateful

as am i

and i bow in reverence

with the temperance of eternity

for i yearn not

for

love is my constant companion

and my sanctity

and i am hers

© 27 April 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.