Wishes for R & M

I don’t think I know anything about love;

Except that love is beyond words to capture,
And that love, at once,
Wants everything, and nothing at all.

I don’t think there is anything I can give you;

Except my witness -
To behold you on your paths
And to meet you anew, each time again. 

I don’t think I know anything about commitment, nor freedom;

Except that they are living, breathing creatures,
And that anything I could say about them now
Would have ceased to be quite right tomorrow;
And might even turn into shackles to the imagination.

And I know that we form them, just as much as they form us
And that a lot of the art of living
Lies in the subtle ways in which we allow the world, others,
To sculpt our deepest being;

A marriage of autonomy and surrender.