Since We Met

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Upon Hearing Music

Since we met, one thing I've really hated:
our hearts forced apart, living separated.
Times together, as sweet as they are brief;
time apart is a gnawing, cruel grief.

But there is a day, and not so far away,
when love will again hold and ever stay.
No word, no oath, no promise but this:
I live for your radiance, and warmth, and kiss.

I wait for your dream to take me into night.
I long for those real memories, not far out of sight.
Oh, come to me this night and, hold me in our dream!
Passion beyond delight, complete beyond any scheme.

Your scent and warmth inspire me, now.
We'll find the "way", we'll make the "how."

I do not love you as a lover of flowers loves flowers,
nor as the astronomer loves the galaxies he explores,
loving for mere scent or sight. No I love you more.
Loving you is hope.

I love you as unexplained things are to be loved:
longingly, secretly, ineffably, par coeur,
in shaded ripples, bells resonating from the soul.
I love you as the Millenium Plant,
holding its promise for centuries,
seeming never-blooming,
but shielding in its stems and roots
the hopes of hidden beauties.
Loving you is hope.

I love the solids of your skin and blood and brain,
and that certain fragrance
of the sweetness of their depths.
The disclosed mysteries of you, risen from my flesh
as we have been created of earth,
formed to love each other.
Loving you is hope.

We two no longer living darkly alone in two bodies.
I can seek forever for your essence and source,
but never find.
Loving you is hope.

It is not complicated, but straightforward,
guile-less, ineffable, incorruptible, pride-less;
I know no other way. No-one will ever know us all.
Where you are not, there is not love or hope.
Love does not ask or know why, or when, or whence.
But simply is. A total completion of each, in the other.
Love loves what it knows, and what it does not know,
and asks, not so much to know, but to understand
and offer both mind, soul, heart and hand.
This is all it is. All of us. And loving you is hope.

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