It's out of you whence flows my joy and fear
In equal measure. Life is made of this.
I'm seized with fear and gripped with joy in turn
To know that you are mine and very near.
Your heartbeat next to mine is like a kiss;
Your stirring sets my soul to steady burn.
I feel the weight of days ahead with you--
They're filled with sunlight, midnights, cold and dark
Where sorrow, yes, and grace will both abound.
But wonder is prevailing, worlds made new
In light of fear and joy. You are my spark
Within and all around.
postscript
Curtal sonnet. This one speaks of three different people in my life. Try to guess who they are.