it's different

with you, 

even if some of the words aren't

enough to draw a feeling

transcendent; words fail

(mine do)

the immensity of this

(we have)

a wellspring deeper than

deep

description fails

it's a thing felt;

lived

&knowing

that love is universal; that we are

capable of

this universe of knowing

the other unlike any

other

but, this thing

to knowthe other

as one knows the self

and to love that selfsame other

is more than words

is every metaphor

is the grandeur and terror and risk

of existing