so this is love
so this is love...
speaking little ideas
into existence.
giving and taking.
making days.
wishing good nights.
kissing goodbye.
dreaming of the next time
we get a sliver of eternity
with each other.
planning out our future.
disregarding our in-sovereignty.
thinking nothing could possibly
tear us apart at this point.
believing our reality
can be whatever we make of it.
holding on to the sweet words
and few moments we have.
grasping out for something
more than what this was.
embracing the little we have
because we know
it is more than enough
to get us through life
...so long as...
we still have each other.
growing closer and closer
until we know the secrets
that keep us up at night.
basking in the nostalgia
of when we were nothing
but strangers with interest
and determination.
assuring all will be well and
little by little everything
we wish to be will be;
for we will make it together.
our dreams will be a reality...
someday soon; and at this rate,
you helping me and me helping you,
we will be standing in awe
of all that we have.
Lord willing.
so this is love.
it is more than that feeling.
it is more than just
waiting or serving or touching
caring or thinking or promising
telling or beholding or taking--
it is more than any one word
in any one human language.
it is the indescribable,
the truly "unobtainable".
the purest thing...
so this is love.
the experience
i struggle to describe.
even if i had
every fancy word
in existence,
i would stutter and stammer
and go mad trying--
trying to explain to you
what our love is.
(it is as if i am trying
to paint a Michelangelo.
but as the amateur i am).
...nothing i say does love justice.
and to think
to daydream and imagine,
it can be better;
it can grow deeper
and more intimate
and tender and sweet,
so so sweet.
it will become something
everyone will have to reverence.
i must be in a slumber.
you know,
we could look back
and laugh
at us in the now,
for ever believing we have it good.
we have yet to experience the most of it.
we cannot fathom this.
i assume it is love,
because what else could it be?
it is nothing i have ever known.
surely this is love.
yes, i know it is.
but imagine it, my dear,
imagine it with me.
what will this be
in a few years. or
when we are no longer
young and beautiful.
when we have grown and matured
to be in the prime of our lives.
no doubt
we will endure
the thick and thin,
the best and worst.
but in the end,
we will lie side by side
on death's bed,
hand in hand,
and say with certainty:
so this is love.
