Metaphysical Love
Rumi said, “The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.”
And how ancient tales can still feel true.
The odyssey of my heart began with barely a clue—
then there you were on stage,
and then… then I knew:
my searching ended with you.
Vivacious Vee, rare as a golden diamond you are to me.
Your presence is sweet ambrosia nourishing my soul;
with you, the future feels already foretold.
You are the oxygen sustaining my flaming coal.
“I” is for inimitable—my phenomenal frau.
I could search high and low,
wade through sand and snow,
and still find no wonder on this earth
with a smile as beautiful, as luminous as yours.
Confidence is what your mind and body exude—
never one to stagnate or brood.
To understand, you display presidential patience;
to forgive, you wield wisdom that extinguishes every feud.
Taste sweet as philter’d wine with an addicting scent,
like a whisper of vanilla drifting through a vineyard at sunset.
If I could bottle your essence,
I’d promise to keep it
and label it Victoria’s Secret.
Omnipresent is the connection of our yearning souls,
waiting to unite and once again be set ablaze.
Our highest moments are still untold;
The Great Liberators will be our hymns in future days.
Ravenous is my heart when your energy stokes its conflagration,
burning inside me, shaping new cosmic creations.
A passion even time will never sate—
only tamed by the sweet taste of your sun-kissed nape.
Impossible… maybe forever ineffable to describe
these heart-strings of enigma
that overwhelm my chest with warmth and purpose—
the greatest phenomenon unobservable by the eyes.
At times I ponder
what magnanimous deeds
my past life must have done
for God to bless me with your heavenly presence.
Rumi… I did it. I found the one.
Fin.
Copyright © Hannibal Solomon | Year Posted 2025
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