The deepest love does not rest
In just lips or eyes
Or kisses or caress
Carried in gentleness
Across the wind,

But rather an emotion
That hangs on your thoughts
Whether across meadows
Bathed in frozen dew
Or listening to raindrops

Developing slowly over time
Like a detective novel
Opening up in soft layers
Until the meaning stares you
Straight in the face

Across borrowed harbour light
Into beacon led tunnels
Changing sometimes
Completely over night
Without warning

And building the
Deepest relationships
From strands of metaphors
Into complete sentences
Making the other feel complete.