Assurance

You tell me
You love me,
My heart soars
At your assurance
For I am a stranger
In a strange land of
White beige bark
And olive green
Eucalyptus
Dark pines and
Tall rough palm trees.
Your words of
Gentle endearment
I hang on to for
Why else am I here
Except to love and
To be loved by you.
All else is just
So much paper
Blown by whatever
Winds care to play
Across the waves
Or from the desert.
I love you more
Than I can admit,
Together we make
One functioning
Couple secure
In the assurance
Of our love.