It Could have been you

You take me by the spirit
Extend out your hand
I feel the beloved through you
You crown me as man

And when you talk
I listen
As if its the last word

Perfect intonation pitch
My own voice is heard

There is stability and grounding
And all else above

A patience a waiting
As the first bridegroom
To his love

And all else is known
With simplicity
And Pureness of the dove

We guide each other
Through the forest of errors
Right action coursing through our blood

And then there is right speech

And right thought frame too

All this time it could have been me

Yet it could have been you.