I want to write here about love ~
The deep, unspoken kind. The kind never read about, because it can’t clearly be defined. It’s remnants remain, in my memory still – unclean, and unashamed – because that is its will.
This love spilled over, into moments long gone, shared on shady hillsides lit by wide smiles and foreign songs.
And your eyes, they knew no lies. They spoke of alibis, but never seemed to compromise – your truth. And your smile, it lit my mind. It could hold my heart, for the longest while.
This love spoke a thousand languages found. I understood them all though there was never a sound. This love knew no land divide, it swam oceans and conquered mountains – much higher than we had climbed. This love wore no mask, and crossed boundaries built to protect. It held us closest in moments gone – when we were scared, lost, upset. And this love lit the darkness, when the path seemed unclear. It was never possessed, or contained. This love knew no fear.
So lets spend a thousand years, running lines in time. Lets fill ourselves up until we overflow with the divine…
Let us love, and be loved, until the very end of time.