SPACES:

Once I invited you into my own sacred space,

Where I learned your body & studied your face,

I gave you my loving & you soon made your place,

Softly tiptoeing around me without leaving a trace,

Softly we walked the years at our own gentle pace.

Hand in hand we walked the hard pavements of life,

Not treading on our toes & not causing much strife,

Walking the highways & byways & the edge of a knife,

But our loving was plentiful, joyous, overflowing & rife,

We ambled through our years, loving as husband & wife.

Upon the space on my pillow you laid your sweet head,

You´d lead me through days, & at night it was I that led,

With each birth of our sons it was both of us that bled,

And these special spaces we filled in our life´s happy bed,

Were those spaces we promised to fill on the day we wed.