She takes my breath away.
Don’t know if I can
Find the words to say:
My universe syncs up
Perfectly in her presence.
Interwoven, entwined.
Shared conception.
The atavistic mystics have
Prognosticated our destiny
Long before our
Past lives together.
Our kismet is written
On the stones of
Ancient cave walls.
Splashed across the flowing
Fields of desire.
In the depths of the ocean
Where only our love can survive.
Do not portend without knowledge
Of histories past.
A clear understanding
Beckoning my soul to revive.
As my universe begins to slow
And time comes to a whispering stop.
I notice your hand grasping mine,
Fingers interlocked.