I wanted to write of something other than love.

But my freethinking pen adheres more to my heart than to my mind,

A battle I never felt worth fighting.

For every thought of you is my surrender.

Why is it?

that time rushes in haste, then lingers in tension, depending on your presence ?

My Love,

I long for a steady clock,

a reliable one

isolated from the relentless cadence of my beating heart.

Ever fervent

ever earnest

it knows nothing but to relentlessly choose you.

And for the longest time in my life,

relentless is all I have ever wished it to be.

I am in a trance

entranced by how you effortlessly force my pen

to act savagely

to swerve course without warning.

Courageous

unfearing

unyielding

How do you do that?

You take my mind to places

where I long to be alone with you

to hold you

and love you in ways

you have never been loved before,

until you realize—

this right here is home.

You beam your smile as if it costs you nothing,

stealing hearts,

Coveting glances.

You are merciless.

I am yours

without a shadow of doubt.

My love,

With all your imperfections—

the echoes of your past,

the essence of who you are,

and the mystery of who you will become—

I have

I am

and I will love you nonetheless.

It is inevitable

I am helplessly yours

Though it may not seem so,

an unlikely pairing,

You, steadfast

and I overbearing —

I Beholden,

yet you free

But by destiny, you see

The river will always find

its way back to the sea.

I am the river.

You are the sea.

In this lifetime

and the next,

you are

and will always be

home to me