F-IRST

I have dedicated this existence to finding the part of me that once was lost.

Patient for centuries, enduring loneliness for forty long years more, has been the mortal cost.

I first set out to find you with the ends of the earth as my only boundary line. Thousands of miles I traveled without direction, only your hearts beckoning whisper as comfort and guide. Never looking over my shoulder to remember what I left behind.

In my path I discovered nothingness. But realized everything the moment that our eyes caught the others, with such comfort I saw you, it surely was not the first time. Spirits always recognize their old friends, lovers, and wives.

All our lives, past and present, we have looked into each other’s faces. Today was no different, a familiar circumstance, the same situation.

How do we hide our secret love from the other whose heart you still bind? We speak from brow to brow, and listen with our eyes.

A lifetime ago you were my first. In lifetimes yet to come, God and I both know you will be my last sip of water, should I die of thirst.

There is a power that traverses time and space. The power of love is that which I speak. A phrase that brings a rapid frown of skepticism to modern man’s face.

This immense energy is born within belief, determination and the romantic soul that never takes rest or sleeps.

My faith alone has found you here. Now all that is left for me is to lay my fragile heart, the only thing I own, down at your feet. To worship you again as my queen, and pray that you never notice cause to banish or retire me.

I beg you to allow me silent servitude, and never set me free. I refuse to take another breath without you. I am yours faithfully and eternally...