Sonnet 67 – My Best Friend

When we are apart, I’m made less by more
than half. You don’t just meet me where I live;
you complete me, make me whole. I adore
you and I'm avid for your love. I’d give

you all of happiness for the grace you
have given me. No bride ever moved her
man to such extreme passion, dancing through
darkness to light. Still - holding you after

the dance ends, joking while you make coffee,
or talking on the porch while the dog wakes
at our feet – then I know my full heart’s joy.
Twice loved by you, I’m more - your friendship makes

me so. How blessed to see each sweet day end
with my dearest love being my best friend.