Encountering you, an ongoing adoration that’s complete with satisfaction daily

The hidden temple about us, where everyone dares to seek but cannot find

They don’t know what to call it, but it calls out to them and they flock like birds to us

Singing a cacophony of lures that they know not of but make much noise still

We rise above it all, because we are greater and know it

Whispering our secret notes, in pitches and tones above them

In our hidden temple, no one can touch us, but we can touch each other with

Words

         Sounds

                  Spirited glances

                                         Illuminating graces

All growing, becoming full, rich with potential that we must both protect and care