Love Is All Things

In the hush of twilight, allow me to confess one truth to you.

Picture this, if you will: the silvery luminescence of the moon’s face, the crimson tendrils of autumn creeping languidly across my windowpane. Imagine my fingertips grazing the ethereal remnants of burnt offerings near the crackling hearth or tracing the weathered contours of a steadfast log. In these moments, every sensory whisper guides me back to you, as though the very essence of existence, from fragrances to the soft caress of light, from precious metals to the subtlest of breezes, conspires like a fleet of miniature vessels, navigating the currents toward those distant isles of yours, patiently awaiting my arrival.

Yet, here lies a caveat: if, by some cruel design, your love for me wanes, I shall reciprocate in kind, a gradual evaporation of affection mirroring your own retreat. And if, perchance, you find yourself ensnared in the tendrils of forgetfulness, do not seek my presence, for by then, I would have seamlessly dissolved into the tapestry of your forgotten memories.

Should you perceive the passage of time, marked by the unfurling of banners in the tempest of my existence, and should you decide to abandon our shared harbor, where the roots of my heart dig deep, remember this solemn promise: on that fateful day, at that precise hour, I will raise my arms, and my very essence will embark on a quest for a new homeland, unbound by past affections.

However, if with each passing day, every fleeting hour, an unwavering certainty crystallizes within you, a sweet yet unyielding conviction that our destinies are entwined, then imagine this: a delicate blossom ascending toward your lips, seeking solace. Ah, my love, my very being resonates with that ardor, echoing it, reflecting it back upon you. In me, the flames of passion are rekindled; nothing fades into oblivion, nothing is lost. My love, my cherished, my soul finds sustenance in the boundless reservoir of your affections. As long as your heart beats, I shall reside in your embrace, an inseparable part of you, unyielding and eternal.

:: 10.20.2023 ::

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