This love poem is for you
for teaching me the sweet purity
of the form,
for being a master to my student,
for loving me the way you do.
This love poem is for you
for your bushy eyebrows, and jet black locks,
for mirroring me the way you do.
This love poem is for you
for your grand expression,
your divine timing and the way the song
bursts forth from your chest, filling the morning hours
with your RICH harmony.
This love song is for you
for eight shooting stars, beautiful nights
and all the time you generously shared
your bed, family and home.
This love song is for you.
For holding me gently and rubbing away my scars.
This love song is for you.
For receiving me without all of the hurting,
without all of the bites and the bruises, the poison and the pain,
this love song is for you.
Perhaps someday, this ballad will become a great love story,
recorded in the annals of history, murals painted across crumbling stone as architectural effigies are built. Maybe one day, we will be that space rock bursting into flame overhead, shooting stars plummeting back towards Earth after another twenty-six thousand year journey to the center
of the Milky Way Galaxy and back. What is now, however, is what shall always remain,
MY LOVE FOR YOU.
