This is the core it's the inner most feeling it's the stuff dreams are made of and sends emotions reeling It's the first blossom of Spring It's a baby's first breath It's when I first realized that we won't part even at death because at the center of it all is my heart. Bruised and battered yes, but still whole. And I thought that to have another love, never mattered, but it does in more ways than I can logically express...But that's ok, love doesn't have to make sense, it just is. It happens sometimes when you least expect it. It enwraps you, blanketing you, so tightly that it's hard to breath at first, and then you learn that love is just holding your hand, and that's fine. Just another chapter of emotions, experiences, and sharing unfolding taking you and me and all our unique nuances, of which there are many, and turning the mixture into...we. It takes time, I suppose for the ingredients to blend just right, to mold a solid fixture. Constructing the foundation of a relationship that will withstand the test of time. So many deep sighs as I inhale and exhale this still evolving spirit, acknowledging the whims and the whys of it all. And what will become of this. For this is the core It's the innermost feeling It is love...and more.