In Love

He is my love,
my stars above
my night's full moon
my sun at noon;
he's warm spring rain,
comfort in pain,
heat in my loins,
the fire that joins
us in our rite
by day and night.
He's thunder's growl,
a tiger's prowl,
hawk on the wing
a deep bell's ring.
He's peace at last
when storm is past,
or dawn's sweet ray
at break of day.
Bone of my bone
he's my true home.