Love as transcendence
Our love story is one of adventure, laughter, and endless support. Join us as we share in the beautiful moments over the many years that have strengthened our commitment to each other.
my love is buiding a building
around you,a frail slippery
house,a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning
of your smile)a skilful uncouth
prison,a precise clumsy
prison(building thatandthis into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your mouth)
my love is building a magic,a discrete
tower of magic and(as i guess)
when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall
crumble the mouth-flower fleet
He’ll not my tower,
laborious, casual
where the surrounded smile
hangs
breathless
e.e. cummings
Ephemeral and eternal
