Not needing Neruda

Tonight I can sleep because of what I wrote, out there and just right.

I may lie here and feel weightless for too few precious moments.

It is because of you, whom I submitted to, stripped down to my soul

To show utter naked truth,

And you did not flinch or cower but glowed at the unknown,

Making more for us both.

This reassures me, we will always have enough

To do- -between us- -You

being the first person who said,

It will be all right, and all ways was. 

By Rembrandt (1654) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.