Sweet enrichment to my soul,
Your love, divine, and original.
Simple things and little quips, and
Spontaneous kisses on softest lips.
Your love, my dear, it keeps me strong,
When I, being critical, must find something wrong.
Your love, my heart, is undefined,
And the heart I give back, so unrefined.
We share in the time we spend in a game,
Or curled on a couch, reading the same.
We drink our craft beers and watch our TV,
And talk about faith and phil-osophy.
Your love, my one, is unexpectedly grand,
When my own give in this is expectedly bland.
I trust each step we take in this world,
Are the papers of hearts fully unfurled.