Love of mine, You.


Love of mine,
Sweet holder of heart,
A soft touch, nothing short of divine
Leaves me with an unsettling pang,
Knowing that now out parting be soon to come.

Love of mine,
Holder of kiss,
Comparison to greater, its existence be naught.
Would… Could... Fill me with an overwhelming bliss,
Alive with the fire that is you.

Love of mine,
Holder of all that is beauty,
Sight cannot mistake you for illusion, nor
Words paint a picture still held true.
And if only you would let me, I’ll always love you.
I promise to make that my upmost duty,
Longing for nothing, nothing more.

Love of mine,
Now, away from me your part,
Leaving a heavy, empty, lost, and
Measuring seconds that my soul may again be forged anew ,
Into fulfillment of life and happiness returning to,
A nirvana created by a one and only love for who?
Yes, it be true …

The love created by and for the one and only you.