I understand well, that You were the gatekeeper of my Soul's prison. That lackluster fate it held prior to our engagement. You've released unto me the holy awareness that there were world's beneath the surface of what we believe to understand. Though you shared with me this key piece of esoteric wisdom, it seemed not so long after that you yourself had forgotten.
It is such a shame, believing yourself to be too fragile to take that ever-so-important leap of faith into the truer meaning of every single breath, and because you refuse to accept me at my word, there is a net waiting below. In order of relief of these Earthly fascinations.

If only I could prove it to you, I search and scour for a method to show the intangible, which is so easily discarded with a witty remark, a turn of the cheek, a wisp of the hair.
A brief little giggle, nonchalant enough, but which rings in my head for days, long after having last witnessed your face.

You offered me meaning, purpose, and passion. Now I live, if only, for Love. I fear I may never truly have yours, but you were there when I needed you, now I suppose I can return the favor.