For you, my dearest Gullig.
may i always seek
to give you
everything
of this world and
beyond
all that I am able
to hold in my hand,
all that I keep
in my heart,
all that I ponder
in my mind
limited
as my own understanding is.
may nothing linger in my desires
which does not bring you to smile.
may i try with all my being
to express to you
in words and
in actions
my devotion
and may i fail
to call upon a combination of
symbols and gestures
to encompass all i feel for you
undeterred
to try again thereafter
failing once more
persistent still to show my heart
knowing
the message often lies
in the effort
and not in the result.
may i wake each day
grateful
that you are
there
beside me i hope
if not
that you are
somewhere
and most importantly
that you are
you.
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 