Loves of my December,
frozen from the beginning
of my endings,
and the fall of my anguish.



In the winter of my solitude,

I trace the wrinkles
of fainting memories.
Breathing out a sigh of surrender
for the unspoken, the paths
unwalked, the doors unopened,
and the ghosts of love that remain
draped in the painful cloak of longing.

Yet, amidst the cold, I find grief
blooming like a flower in the snow.

For in the mirror of my December
I have found not just
the echo of what was lost,
But the prayers of April—
the goddess of renewal,
the angels of spring,
and the dawn of new beginnings.

How can I not rejoice?
For in this darkness,
there is light…

What did I do in my last life
to deserve you in this one?
Did I save a dying child?
Plant a thousand trees
in a barren land?
Or did I wander in a past life
so deprived of love and warmth
that heaven decided to correct
this injustice by blessing me
with the gift that is you?

This is why I believe you
are either an angel sent to deliver
me from the precipice of despair
or a love letter sent from God
to a past life of mine where
affection, kindness and companionship
were simply strangers and ghosts
to my longing human heart.

Your love is the marriage
between the love that I am
and the boundless love God
has for me, made flesh.

You are my love, my life, my Eden.

You are the answer to a prayer
that never left my lips,
the fulfillment of a longing
I never knew I harbored.
Every moment has been a journey to you.
For you are the hidden treasure,
the quest, the path, and the destination.

Deep beneath the tapestry of my skin
you have woven your gentle smile,
your orange laugh and your lovely face
into every string of my once guarded heart.  
Even the cages of my ribs have opened themselves
to you, so that the heart of yours and mine
possess no concept of distance.
When your heart is struck by sorrow,
a mist comes over my eyes and
I can see your troubled face reflected in
the mirror of my own tears.
When you are dancing in the company of Joy,  
a warm smile runs across the canvas of my lips.
Our two heartbeats now one, have synchronized
to the silent melody of Love.
You will forever silently echo in every space inside of me,
like the hymns of the wind
singing in an empty boundless canyon..

Does true Love stretch across the canvas of Time and echo in the deepest recesses of our soul, unearthing every memory that was lost in our transitions. From one life to the next, a faint glimpse of what we once knew, guiding us back to each other like a constellation only seen by our eyes.

She said to me,

“Slow the pace of your touch.
You are blooming gardens inside of me
before Spring has had the chance..”