To My Love
I write to you now

with a utensil hardly suit
to immortalize my praises of you


A glance, a chance to be seen

not seen
but noticed


If I could have that moment recorded

forever would it be kept in the burning bosom
of my soul


But it is enough to know that you saw me

saw the soul that takes others great years to see
saw me for who I am and not who I had been


Never before had my soul felt such yearning

after acknowledging the cruelest fact that I should never love nor be loved
you came and at once I knew that I had blasphemed


Words come with great difficulty

but my feelings are a mountainous waterfall
and I but the lake below in which they spill


In my life had I been so secure in my solitude

that you as surprising and as welcoming as a miracle from God
which, to this day, I am convinced you are


My love,

I cherish you with all my being
and forever shall I find the purest of joy in that one look


Where, for the first time,

I had been seen
and I had been known.


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