Constant

As sure as the sun
greets us each morning from the east
and kisses us goodnight from the west,
day after day,
you and me,
we are simply meant to be.

As unchangeable as the wondrous
cycles of the moon,
transforming from the most delicate crescent
to it's full-bodied splendor,
month after month,
the love rests true
between me and you.

As utterly impossible to ignore
as the explosion of colours
that erupt on the leaves every fall,
or the gentle caress of the spring sun
as it warms our very souls,
year after year,
the way my entire being rejoices
at the simple sound of your voice.

Hanging on, with all my might,
through this wild ride called life,
through oh so many of these cycles
day after day,
month after month,
year after year,
through all of the changes,
the unforeseen, the unpredicted,
and even the unforgettable,
from the dizzying heights of happiness
to the hellish depths of despair,
through all of this, there remains...
Our love.
A constant.