Love Letter No 12 - Real Love

Dear G,

These words are vain if there is no action: if the seed planted does not sprout, or if the fledgling does not take flight, or if the ship stays in the harbor, or if the train doesn't leave the station.

But it is exciting to know that has all happened. Enjoying our time works in every way.
This poem says it very well.

Content we are,
the two of us,
to sit inside
each other's heart.

Glad for the time
to visit our lives
and tell our stories.

We laugh.
We dream.
We sometimes cry.

And always
we listen
with amazement
to the singing
in the other's soul.

This is the song we sing together.
And the harmony of our hearts has beauty that continually unfolds.
And I Love You.
L

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~poem copyright 2003 Sorin Books, joyce rupp from the collection "rest your dreams on a little twig"