If I dare say, it was the loneliest of times
The best of times, the worse of age, the best of laugh, a situation of choice, a step closer to my haven.
My deadpan heart
I embraced it all
We glanced at jealousy
At paranoia

An ugly picture of an improbably fate.
I begged internal factors
Please keep your claws off my man
My recollections of about a century of weeks ago where I walked into the store of greatness and I found him in the isle of whipped cream and luxury
In shades of light
I picked him up
He was heavy as I had him sit in the bags of my burdens
He weighed so much in qualities and yes I paid for what had become my (his) excess baggage
With an existing burden of proof
I trolled on
To get to my destination
Recall, that one where I wrote about finishing and finding 'perfect'? It was such an imperfect move
I can't even wait to see my own destiny
The world watches with eagerness as their hearts stop for a second when they sense I am a step closer
One seed of hope
My teething phases leap to the bed of the sea of my heart
The waves of unconditional love more resounding than ever
The one I dream of
Ever there in a generation of years
Leeching in his own shadows
Waiting for what I know nothing of
His heart on an edge of a steep hill
Because I/he knows what we are both capable of
Yet we stay.
Yet we love
Yet we breathe
Closer to our mad souls
His whisper only brings me close to a potential bridge of a firmed conclusion
Time, only, only time will tell us where we head thus far
As Shakespeare eluded to
Perhaps I am his be-all and end-all
And so he be to me.