Whispers of love

I hear the whispers of your spirit in the wind that gently blows and caresses my ear.
I feel the warmth of your love in the sun that shines vividly through any opening it finds.
I taste the (many) flavors of your presence in every aspect of nature that reveals itself.
In this golden hour, our love is pure, felt from the core of our being.
In its depth, it finds its own eternity.