There can not be a day
when I don’t think of you

because you know me
when I have a thought difficultly
and you listen as if I always
make sense, and you

love me enough to indulge
my every scramble, because

you know the mystery
of our love, and you
are the dainty matrix
that makes us wild
to be insanely congruent

the most magnificent puzzle
that comes together
for love.

— Douglas Gilbert