Clear and true I belong to you,
Lolly Loch Marie.
will I accept another
other than thee;
l'amour de ma vie.
Your heart is me/my heart is you,
(Here and now)
I claim you true
(I do forever, and I do).
Break me every law
so with it shatters illusion;
I make you mine for all of time,
je suis à toi et tu es à moi.
Yes, so much yes of you,
of such enduring strength
as silken grace of peonies.
Surrender to me,
undivided in love,
I will always love and honor
this strong woman you've become,
and the you that will come to be…
l'amour de ma vie, ma Loch Marie.
You look so sad sometimes, and I want to make it better. I want to be there. I need you. I love you. Finding you has helped me realize the purpose of the higher self; a completeness of the soul. The balance to the force of love. The higher self is an awakening to awareness of harmony; the destroyer of my old life, and the progenitor of my new one. My spirit won't give up. It persistently pulls my heart to yours. This pull... it's me, it's you, it's us. Two halves of the same spirit needing, wanting and yearning to be complete... to be together, again.
A booming thunder
The beginning of light
Shadows evaporate in the pulse
Drums beat ever closer
The rhythm pumps my heart
Time fades to background noise
A canopy of explosion
Darkness of the deep
The screams of silence
Cry in the void
I slip into the melt
Floating through the depths
My One and Only,
You seek beyond these static walls... I have you surrounded, and you have me surrounded. It's the tears of my heart that have surrendered to you. My heart refuses to give up on love. How can I give up on the love that engulfs us? You are equal parts General, for you command a mighty army... but so do I, in my love.
Not all plans succeed, but with perseverance they come to fruition. It's like growing tomatoes... you wait, and wait, until they're as red and ripe as love. I think perhaps, neither of us are ready to be plucked... but how to know when ready is ready. Keep me surrounded, my love, I will grow around you.
P.S. I will wait for love... or I'll come to you... I wil...
You bend, melt, then solidify again. A magic spell I can't seem to hold with my hands. I trace the outlines of you with my fingertips, and they slide out of reach; a wisp of the wind, shadows and light; elusive.
Why is love so fickle? When the sun shines, I feel its warmth on my skin. When the night wind blows, I feel its chill in my bones. This must be the nature of love, alike the properties of intangible things. I am a starving man that can't get his fill of you. I am a sponge filling myself up with your love, as you leak out of my pores.
Mayhap love is a cycle like the seasons and life, perpetually dying, and renewing; a constant river flowing through me, like the sponge. W...
Your insinuation stops my lips. Today, I'm dying. My heart has turned a blacker shade of red, but I know that's just the pain, crying out for you... missing you… and loving it. Love and pain are one and the same. I love when I love you ecstatically; I love when I hurt for you drastically. How do you say, "it hurts," in every language? Maybe a broken heart symbol on my chest, with watery eyes...
And then all of the sudden, out of nowhere, I'll explode like a star, your love rushes back in oceans, wave, after wave; the aftershocks of an earthquake! Oh my love, this roller coaster of emotion hurts me so good… you feel it, I know, because I'm living in your heart, and you, in mine... dy...
You settle on me like a mothers love... as day, dies for the night. This is how our love is, always dying, and rising. I am uncertain which I rather prefer; dying for you... or burning for you...
Right now, I'm burning in the dark... a star of my own creation, shining in the night! This Sun weakens me, making me sleepy... for I am the Moon, always missing from Earth... missing, from you...
And oh, I am falling, falling... more and further each day. My love, the Moon is getting so heavy, I think I'll crash it to Earth, and crash into you. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, not absence; for you are never absent from my heart.
I try to distract myself with other things, but it's hopeless... if I'm not thinking about you, then I'm writing about you. I'm (not) planning my emotional displacement from you, I'll be where I am... for the rest of your life, my life, our lives together. I'm not going anywhere... my heart is very much at peace,
You're a seeker, a wanderer, a free spirit; smart, funny... beautiful, through and through. I stumble on my words here; any fool can see your beauty, but my God, you're so much deeper, and so much more, than just that. I could get lost in you for a thousand years... lost for the blink of time; forever...
My endless sea
Oh rushing ocean
To the One I Love,
I just can't help it, these words come out of me like a push, a rush! They drip from my fingertips and pulsate, because you are here... and I am there, with you. It doesn't seem fair that I'm not where I should be, and you're not where you are... our hearts living in each other's. But that's just it, it's exactly as I wish for it to be; my heart with you, your heart with me. And it's not that I won't accept my own heart back, it's that I can't. This kind of trade is a one way thing, a bond as strong as blood; undeniable. We're inside each other more deeply than blood. Can I live without blood, without oxygen, without water? No, my love, no... and I can't live without you. ...
I, the love that remains, within the last I wrote with my veins, my poems of love
The world in my place,
to understand a master plan,
or a mistake.
It seems so strange to be away, away,
yet you feel closer more closely.
I understand why loss is born... and why
we must die
to be born, once more
Your voice speaks to me,
in love we are near;
how foolish to think
that distance would make love grow far.
I'm already looking closely,
yet its closer...
why does this love
Oh my heart,
Words cannot express, the love that remains, within me. A cool deep ocean sky, boundless… and endless; soft summer rain, as light as mist, and heavy like waves. You rush in like water and pound me into the sand. I hold you in reverence, and the love you command... as calming, as the cool, night, air. Your love is sweet oxygen, almost as if I've never tasted pure oxygen before. The light of your star, it blinds me... the crystal clarity, of your soul. My queen of pine cones, love isn't the only thing you command; you are the life and breath, of my heart...
Awaiting your arrival in my life, with patience,