I love these three poems.
Number one makes me feel secure, maybe even content. Yet it’s everywhere, transcendent and at the same time concentrated in the one you love, He.
Then again, I love to number two for it’s imagery of flame and fire and the care it needs to burn brighter and warm not just one, but two.
I love number three for the questions you pose, and the answers you invite. For only love feeds and fulfills, lights and warms, comforts and sustains.
Absolutely beautiful.