Romance …
… romantic beauty and poetry, in the form of interpersonality

interplay of sanctity – in the metaphor of loving me

with attention to what needs to be, in the gallery of hypocrisy:
I wrote that night:

“Wow, I have a lot to learn” is the statement that has found itself acceptable in my estimation. Like a small coarse rock that has been tossed around in the ocean and swept up onto and down off of beaches for many enduring days – the summation of this cumbersome experience has finally become smoothed and rounded into a form that is comfortable to grip.

As the saturated hours have poured themselves out into the mixed pool of memories, creating the backdrop for all currant and future decisions; the moods, emotions, experiences, sights, regrets have formed a kaleidoscopic picture of who I am.

With the regularity of a heart-monitors display of blips due to the health of an athletes heart, so have my thoughts swayed from amplitude top to bottom, finding constancy for a moment half way up the hill.

“I don’t know what you expect of me?” comes the soft, just short of trembling voice. She is not so much fragile – her strength is almost unique, but the ambiance plays tricks on our perceptions. Spoken affirmations of love and acceptance in forms of stories, jokes, interests sneak upon our ears…

Subtle subliminal intervening in the form of butterflies in the stomach creating an air-tight dome in which occasional eyes lock for moments too long to miss but brief enough to dismiss…

Way above our misty isolation are stars beyond number, beyond description, beyond science – blinking with constant assurance of their life. Since the beginning they’ve stood as a metaphor to the two; peace, tranquility, a life of adoration so far removed from sinful Earth that issues do not find persuasion…

Two heavenly bodies suspended in the sky – a new metaphor takes shape as the young couple provides words in attempting to speak when a hand in hand would fulfill the need…

Alone in space, one million light-years from the nearest body of light, in this moment they are to each other the closest beings in existence but with words too few and barriers too contrite. One thousand light years still lie between…

If only love could become an expression of Christ’s blessing of togetherness in shared experiences they’ve not yet seen, if only it were simplified, our lives would intertwine.

… and she would be mine…

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