Through oceans of time we have travelled,
To find each other in this lifetime,
So that we might share many lives together,
Sometimes contained within the one.
Our mutual evolution continues,
As we continue to seek enlightenment.

Every time that I think I finally know myself,
We seem to find some previously unknown
Critical and crucial piece of understanding,
Which allows one or both of us to grow,
To deepen our knowledge of ourselves,
And to strengthen the connection we share.

Those nights spent deep in conversation,
Filled with psychoanalysis and philosophy,
Blessed by spirituality and the supernatural.
I am so fortunate to have been with you;
I’ve never loved spending time with anyone,
But this time with you was everything to me.

From the moment I met you,
I was already your loyal subject.
The love and light within us shone
With such familiar intensity,
It was like they had always known
That they were going to burn together.

You may have had many hearts before,
But none had ever felt a love like this;
Both Harlequin and Joker alike,
Stripped bare as servant and fool,
Who would do most anything
For my Queen of Hearts.

My heart, my body, my mind, and my soul;
All are yours if you would have them,
My Lady Columbine.
Consider these words, and all that follow,
To be my offerings of eternal fealty,
With the hope any maiming will be gentle.

We used to spend every waking moment
Talking, singing, dancing, *******,
Until we couldn’t sustain the day any longer,
Then collapse together,
Into the most beautiful and restful
Sleep that I have ever known.

You were my dream, and my nightmare;
My ride or die every night every day,
For five wild, weird and wonderful years.
You were everything to me,
And our everythingship was supposed
To last forever, in every lifetime.

Now we turn fitfully throughout the night,
And our days are spent in regretful silence.
Valentines Forever seems discarded,
And unless we can somehow recover,
The first of February
Will be my personal day of mourning forever.

For a long time I’ve wished I could write
about anything other than despair.
For a long time you and I
Have been developing these feelings,
Nurturing them with time and effort
Like water and sunlight to a seed.

With warmth and substance
They bloomed,
Radiant petals burst throughout my chest,
Through the very core of my being.
And suddenly I don’t feel like writing
About despair the way I used to.

Suddenly I find myself struck
With inspiration remembering your skin.
How my fingers crest the valleys and peaks
Of your beautiful form,
And I find myself wishing that I could write
About the opposite of despair.

I find myself wishing that I could write
About the hope and happiness I’ve found,
About who and what
Brought me back to the light
And made me wish that I could write
Poems that made you smile instead of cry.

And suddenly it doesn’t feel so hard
Anymore.
I don’t find myself wishing that I could write,
Because the words fall out of me
And onto the page
When I think about you.