Love Letter 76 the fragile opening of doors

gold, frankincense and myrrh
mean nothing
without
you
all gifts to give
the Immortal
who needs nothing
and has it all
I can come up with nothing
to add
to your unique existence
So Divine
are your instincts and intuitions
that I rally to stand by you
go with you
and endure
all the krypton planets
just to play small
to your elaborate labyrinth
of Song-celled Joy

if I ask, will you say Yes?

I Love You
Your Beloved