My love, I miss you.
I think I'll always miss you.
Where are you?

Our sudden meeting was too perfectly orchestrated to be a coincidence.

The instantaneous infatuation too rapid and complex to be left within the jaws of chance.

Our attraction far too intoxicating,
And our connection too rare and pure to be anything other than a story woven by the hands of fate Herself.

I wish I had enough words to express the chaotic paradoxical vortex I feel around you,
And, for now,
your laugh, your lips and your eyes are all that occupies the rapid thunderstorm that rages inside of me.

In me you have ignited a fire as ancient as lightning,
Through you shines light and beauty surpassing an ocean of galaxies,
In your arms lies the secrets of this fleeting Universe,

And with a gentle heartbeat you chant the purest song ever orchestrated.

Yours.
Now,
And forever.

Leo.

Every so often,
Grab the abyss by the neck.
Stare deeply into her eyes, and let your heart shout its life giving war-cry.

Hear it echo within the Hallows of Death -
In the spaces that can never be filled by the life
It engulfs.

Feel the raging thunderstorm
That you so profusely call a body,
Cracking and whipping the
Silence apart.

With every coruscating breath
You draw past your lips
You feed an ancient fire
That you've held within
So effortlessly..
For an eternity.

I hope you understand
That you are woven together
By the deaths of a thousand galaxies -
And that you recognize
The countless faces of The Mother
As your own.

For you are the children
of the Sun,
The Moon,
The Truth.