May you know many loves:
the love as light and airborne as bird bones
the love as vibrant as daffodils and red tulips
the love as old as the mountain tops etched into
an ever-changing palette of sunrises and sunsets,
the love as steady as the moon’s and sun’s rhythms
traveling through blue skies, behind cloud cover,
the love as fresh as spring rain on your skin
or the taste of snowflakes,
the love of a heartbeat and warm palm, fingers interlaced
that gently whisper: I see you. You are never alone.
You are loved many times.