Do You Love Me? And Answering, I Love You

The cosmos is basically a vine being asking, do you love me? And answering, i love you. Out of that comes the whole cosmos. I can't even explain thas is. It troubles melook at it because i have this in my mind, my wife is conflated somehow with a goddess or something like that. She breathes my living share of every moment emerge called life. Sure, she opens her eyes, and i see she counts the birds, and i her the names of the months and days. A girl, one of her names is change. My childhood lasted all of an evening called light.