Loving

loving you meant so much more
then knowing your presence
by my side
along the lines of my ragged life
piecing together moments
gifted to us by some benevolent hand

now,
as we become clearer
in the candle of mortality
our love weaves itself
around the emptiness left
in the recesses
as if nothing more matters
but the twinkle in your eyes
and the softness of your kiss