If I ever lost you
lost the sense and meaning
gleaning from such sweet connection
this mingling, melding, dreaming
there still would be no end of love
no dampening, no fleaming
of its continually birthing source
still unendingly blossoming forth
the reason for my being

If I ever lost you
your tenderness, your seeing
of our world, bold, firm, courageous
in fusing strength with gentled care
then still such love its thought would dare
pursue still ever altered aiming, rare
wondrous touch to realise the soul that bonds
intent and leaning, cause and meaning of
the reason for my being

If I ever lost you
your enfolding words, the gentle teasing
the infinities of such music leading
all simple noise to higher meaning
in a mystic melody of mutual choice
speaking in all my world singularly your voice
there would still continue healing
beyond all brokeness your sigil sealing
the reason for my being

Oh, if I ever lost you love
your depth and heights, those interconvolutions
complexly simple in their delight
your touch in mine now, infused, adopted
resonantly birthed in endless fronding
radiant, flaming in softpetalled passion
calm stretchless soulbeach, sunseason of heart and mind
beyond all lesion, there still would you be, endlessly
the reason of my being

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