I opened myself to miracles
and found you; no coincidence.
Selfishly and independently I’d lived,
the only way, I thought.
I’d loved here and there,
hurt, made magic with mere moments,
but you, Sweet Prince, are the
first time I’ve lived love like this.
I love you as I love myself, as I love the core
of this world.
You, truly a part of me as much as an arm, an eye
my soul, my existence.
As beautiful to me as that point where the sky
and the ocean are indistinguishable;
the artist in me, the writer,
the lover, the child.
The woman.
I wonder who you were in other lives,
who you were to me,
as surely this connection
new in this life,
shows wisdom and truth centuries old.
In London, was I your mistress?
My master in Greece?
Or were we grains of sand in the Sahara
tossed about in the Egyptian wind,
molecularly linked from then to now
from now to forever,
till our peaceful rest, when we’re stars in the same constellation,
energy in the same space.
When greatness happens,
a child born, a fledgling triumphs over the strong,
the wind blows through your hair on a mountaintop,
soulmates meet again,
you know it.
The Earth shudders, if only for a moment,
in complete joy and perfect rhythm.
You, the Romeo to my Juliet,
the spring after a long winter.
The perfect rhyme in perfect meter.
You, whose smile is my muse,
are poetry to me.

The monstrous one was intense, This one is totally beautiful. When do the chills go away? Later>

The chills are amazing, no?

I loved it!!

"i like that"

Great write!

That was a great write