The Love

The love I hold for you is bounded Not in the mundane of the day But in the joy of the past Mingled with pleasure present And the future beyond it all.

The love I hold for you is bounded Not in the way I appear to you each day, Defined by the joyless prison of work,

The engrained lack of self belief Which I hide so poorly.

The love I hold for you is bounded Not in the way you appear to me each day Defined by the relentless focus of doing The engrained drive to succeed Which you hide so poorly.

The love we hold for each other is unbounded As we see each other for what we are; Trusting, supporting and respecting of our gifts Whist managing our desires to do everything. Which we do so poorly.