Her

The smallest details of her playful nature has me in total awe. I found in her a True poet where she anticipated one in me. The laughter. The irrational discourse. She has me dancing silly daily. Every interaction becomes a back and forth duel where victory matters not. Defeat, I am conquered.

The loss of paradoxical thinking is blindness of our civilization — it happened when we repressed the feminine side of our lives as inferior.

~Richard Rohr