Sometimes love is like a fist, it
can break through the veil of eternity
A faint feathery whisper that brushes
the cheek like the back of a hand
The tip of Love’s fingertip tracing
against an unsuspecting cheek
The dizziness becomes delirium, a
rising fever impossible to extinguish
Yesterdays and tomorrows blur into
infinite possibilities of never being without you
Chasing memories out of darkness
calling on the gods to right the wrongs
Unable to say it enough, I love you.
I love you. I. Love. You.
Peace & Love,