A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

How best can I put into words my love
for you? How can I show you how to trust
there is still beauty in you worthy of
admiration, I see through ink-stained rust.
I have written so many lines of verse
trying to speak the depth of how I feel,
but true love cannot be contained in words.
Words merely paint an image of what’s real.
The best way to describe my love is this:
to hold you close, your head upon my breast,
to wash away your worries with my kiss,
and within these arms, offer peace and rest.
Your ink-stained hands hold my heart with such care,
I cannot help but find my purpose there.

(For Maelen, from Dot)