Two hundred years ago,
We met.
And you were for me,
Even then. I saw it in your eyes
The first time I stepped
Into your path as you turned the corner,
Your round-toed shoes perfect,
As I brought down
My stare to meet them.
My momentary lapse of confidence,
Pierced with tender lips.
Carriage wheels spun,
As my heart leapt from my vest,
My mind counted,
The times I would say your name.
From this day forward,
Until the earth stood still,
And the sun burned dark
Those few letters bound
To my every happiness
I have waited all these years,
Just to hold you in my gaze again.
To feel the pain of ages escape,
With the breaths you steal in a kiss.
The small hands,
That once held my soul in place,
Back in mine.
And now with winter's dead,
Creeping into my ears,
Footprints in the snow,
Spilling away from me,
I will wait two hundred more,
Counting the times,
I will say your name