Luvest Is of Beautiful Brushstrokes

You, you are,

in thinking of word-songs,

the very experience of luvest.

You are the expressing,

flowering and, music of

next and different and more.

I have found with you, luvest

is a top-down understanding

not, a bottom-up experiencing.

Blessedly, in experiencing you, I've

come to feel and understand this

extraordinary, luvest of my soul.

Luvest is more than beauty in word.

It is the happiest of feeling,

being the knowing, inside it all;

Being not confused by love but,

the uncomplicated including too, it

fully, sweetly, fragrantly as well.

Luvest is; not a pining or,

a pinning to a stick drawing or, an

unrequited romance of passion thing;

It is instead, a beautiful picture

complete in a functioning joy made

of the inclusions embracing it all.

Luvest is not components and pieces apart

of like, loving and enrapture,

laughter, desire or appreciation;

Rolling and pitching in the sea of words

with their attemptings to convey

what always remains but incomplete.

With you, not only have I stood tall,

my arms in exaltation on high

raised to both the gods and the sky

But, have knelt on one knee in saying,

with you and luvest, it is more;

it is of steady keel and the knowing.

Luvest alone scales these heights,

bright holds all hills and valleys

fully most mirthfully in its sights;

Where, exquisitely harmonized,

correct in proportions there is but,

quiet joyful being in nature's state.