Aeons

Another simple love poem.

Sitting comfortably on the sofa,
Opposite you on your sofa,
basking in the glowing feeling of
Your presence,
mingled with my own.
I listen to what your spirit has to say,
Given It's voice by you,
and your guitar.
So sweet!
With no bitterness. Only a slight,
twinge...
a remnant of past hurts.
But sweeter than life's been in aeons.