Scribblings, For My Husband When We Dated Poem by Whitney Jones Olson

If art - is the expression of self, and self an amalgamation of ambient forces, Then my art, love, is the expression of you.
Similarly, if faith - is the creation of realities, and reality an inquiry of perception, Then my faith, honey, proves you my cynosure.
And if life - is the confluence of choices, and choices the playthings of proclivity, Then my life, baby, is an enchanted pawn of your possession.