When you stand next to me,

I no longer calculate eternity,

From the variables the values we found and the quotient we are, grateful for perception and circumstance's alchemy,

Through damage done by others we now find ourselves here to be, no more gliding on grief's wind aimlessly,

All the while through the hurt we were being conditioned not for death, but for the love in which we prayed for nightly,

For that very wind blew our floating beings onto this most beautiful shore and across it's sands we sprint we glee,

Entranced by your radiance we kiss and with hands upon my soul you nuzzle, as we clear away the rest of our pain's debris,

So now singing the praises of our future with hands interlaced, as your smile does to the hopes of my heart captive, you whisper to me,

"So grateful I am for these scars in me from lovers not meant to be,
because now until my last breath of your gentleness touch I'll always need,
For my dear you've given me a love pure without fear of how I will bleed."