As it sits

 

 

As it sits

it comes to this

you are my mate

chosen, un-chosen and chosen

beyond the ranting and ravings.

 

At the beginning and ending of

every day

beyond all that was or what might

be

there you are, my love.

 

I have been wrong

in short changing you

and you haven't helped in the details

of that.

 

Yet from first seeing you

my heart and soul were sold,

from the first,

beyond description of circumstance.

 

Above, below and beyond all frailty and foolishness

I love you.

 

Above, below and beyond all frailty and foolishness

I release you.

 

 

 

Beth McCarthy Marks

1999