Gallimaufry

You.

In the beginning there was love
And then love became all things

It became the warmth of summer
The orange leaves in the fall
The first fire of winter
And in spring, the first bird call

I remember it
like it was yesterday

The moment when love first consumed me
First consumed love on the basis of forever
Forever as in
I am yours

All ways,
I am yours

You, are all things
In which love first began

It began
With You.

It began

With You.