Images of perfection
Fill my heart and soul.
A daunting but real perception
Of something uncannily whole.
It all comes together at last,
All wariness meets an end.
The endlessness of the past
Was never a treasured friend.
I fathom in familiar vain
For words to grasp my mind.
My pen can all but explain
The sorrows I’ve left behind.
You are my greatest treasure
And I take no compromise,
I love you beyond all measure
In a dream that never dies.
(2.12.7)
Kenneth Birch 