nothing more, nothing less

courtesy of the full moon,
the clouds performed
a brief ballet for me,
fully costumed,
and adorned:
it spoke of your love for me,
although I had been
previously informed;
it sprang, and it leaped,
it was joyous,
and pure:
it tangled me up so much,
that I thought I needed a cure
for some dreadful condition
that impaired my volition,
but then all at once,
I realized that it was True Love,
nothing more, nothing less.

September 3, 2009, for the Wifey.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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