In loving you I am gone. I have disappeared, lost within your awe and love, dissolved, disintegrated, and met my demise - only to become living once again. All the earth, with her wind, her cooling waters, bright, soft rains, molten interior heat… is silent - still within the "us". I have gone, but we remain. Your pounding heart has promised me I will not find myself again.
To die in love is to live for the first time.
This is the real secret of love: tenderness and awe. Well done, Jeremy!
How truly divine. 🤍