you

the petals of every flower that has ever been,
the rose, the tulip, the wild dandelion;
none of these will ever wrest my heart from your hold.
the light of every full moon, blue and red
will not shine brighter than that which beams from your eyes.
These days of happiness are but tokens
for childish games of simple joys
to waste the time between times
when I will experience your essence.
My body breaths for your air,
to languish in your scent, your aura
my eyes see only for your figure:
emblazoned upon my vision
so that you are everywhere and on everything
that my gaze will even momentarily rest upon.
You are a history of the world,
of all of humanity and all of wild beasts.
You are the magnificence of language
in all its capacities for expression –
you are the words that every poet has ever uttered.
You are love and I aspire to your heart.