First Love

For all time, my darling, I am willing to wait In this dark, achromatic void of emptiness encompassing me ‘Round and ‘round, as a carp circling the bate Still unsure whether this privilege will bring pain or glee Thereby embarking on a grand pilgrimage of esprit Let yourself straight in, for I’ve been waiting so tenaciously Often contemplating your very existence ‘til it aches Venturing— as a hummingbird —hurriedly yet graciously Excavating each new blossom, quenching my heart, ‘til it breaks.