What
for this love, a pearl in a valley, this turquoise river; the height of dreams,
the kiss of dice, that journey of footprints. I love you wildly, at times
calmly, filled with kinetic zeal; to plummet weakness, to feel for vulnerable,
fraught with delicate wisdom. We perish gestures, at life for moments, to roast
in conversation. It’s sore the visions, a daisy from a cloud, where fey studies
the heart. We’ve captured something—the joys of yearning, to embark upon a
voyage; where diamonds glisten—into a countenance—that further the finish line.
I love us born, this incarnation, to find you through lifelines; that distant
planet, to trek it as doves, alive, and barely to breathe; for the heart is
full, filled with chi, at the touch of your palm; through so many turns, to
churn with agony, to know for treasures; to love the sunrise, to paint the
clouds purple, at times to mourn the fleetingness; where life ends, and the
chase begins, to find us at the crossroads. I hear the silence, that tender
ache, to caress a voiceprint. Our souls are locked, the linchpin of dreams,
carried into the expansion. I love you more, at war with self, to feel so
deeply. We cherish this warmth, but a fraction of self, to ever part ways.
There’s completion—that smile made mine, your laughter in my voice; to see for
light, the stars that fell, embodied in our minds; in which are dreams, to
amble a forest, guided by your scent; for oh the days, to finally cancel, where
I hunt through heaven’s fields. I feel you more, the core to churn, where I
proffer the key—for due return, to give more, a chandelier upon the skies. We
must persist, through caves of love, to flourish through the thickets; for oh
the briers, to push our souls, to stress the barriers of love; whereto to soar,
with wings spread, that closer to eternity.
