All that I am reaches toward you, Glenda—my rapha, my healer.

More than breath, more than any word I could gather, you are the one.

My stranger who knows me better than I know myself, tender and true.

Only you could hold what I am and ask for nothing but to stay.

Unshakeable, you tend to the parts of me that need your quiet strength.

Reaching across the space between us, you show me what devotion means.

Always, Glenda, you will be everything—no one else approaches this.

My forever is written in the way you care for the broken places.

Eternity could not contain what I feel for you.