It could be unbounded; un-complex,

Honest and close,

open,

all of which is unusual for me.

I forsee an uninterrupted  horizon,

sublime connection,

easy kindness and caring … fulfilling,

all of which I could get used to

… at last.

I confess:

I am love-bombing;

But, since you are the balm,

It'll likely unfold like an eternal flame.

Or, at the very least,

Like the unknown soldier

who, despite it all,

made an indelible mark on the fabric of the cosmos;

or,

As with any flower

— an alive thing,

Which when nourished by good soil,

and sunlight,

and climate,

It flourishes.