Love letter # 16

A thousand years ago, or so it seems, I held you ever so briefly, and you, blooming, melted with me. In the eye of a loving god we were one, formed together. Yet that was barely a flicker in the scorch of years.

Seeing you now, everything altered, everything as it was, ancient tenderness fills me to the brim. It is as though the ocean of time has gathered in reservoir the entirety of my love, holding it in store for you.

Though decades and circumstance have had their say, and we are no longer innocent of love’s dark erosion, I will gladly walk beside you again. I realise that you have your path, and I will not seek to draw you onto mine. You are who you are, and I am not here to change you, own you, rescue you.

If I was once the ardent fool, made myopic by lust and terror, now I see more clearly. The lines on your brow; they are the chorus of this newfound song. Perhaps, soon, we may learn to sing it in tandem.