To be in love with you is a different dimension of love. Words fail me, but my heart does not, as I feel you came from the same part of the cosmos as I. Your spirit blinds me to a beauty so indescribable it arranges itself into huge moments of laughter and soft ballads at twilight.
It was a time when love came easy and ecstasy exhausted our bodies. The freezing cold felt warm to our touch. An eternity of mornings came and went. It seemed we spent a lifetime together in forever’s arms, holding each other tightly.
But then, at the height of our love, life took its insufferable toll over our lives. Our love brought kids, and kids having kids, sickness and debt. Happiness deserted us quickly, our love faltered. Even now, that sting clings in my heart. The pain you bore was excruciating. I know because I suffered too, remember? Before long, even our love was not enough. We went our separate ways, me to my demise and you to another life.
That is, until now. Ten thousand summers have come and gone, or so it seems, but here we are, together again, graced by the fates of heaven. I feel the intimacy of maturity and the giddiness of young love again. Talking, holding hands, recalling long ago memories of a time when crickets sang their whirring songs, and cold winds blew raindrops on our faces chilling our hands and feet. We may move a little slower today, but when I look into your eyes, looking longingly at me, I am engulfed in your aura of desire and the delicate promise of forever is still present.
Elation, bliss and rapture resuscitated my body as your warmth encircled me, deliciously. I said to you, “I truly love you.” You looked at me, as I felt you lean on my chest, and silently whispered in my ear, “But this time, NO KIDS!”
And we both laughed, remember?