Welcome home, my dear. I embrace you with open arms. You’re the exalted hero in the story. Though weathered, you have not lost your charm. You’ve garnered wisdom from all your travels. You’ve dined in palaces. You’ve escaped crowded throngs in search of your soul’s delight. Abide in my peace and rest. Soar above the clouds; together, we’ll take flight. I am humbled by your presence and significance. Your pride and dignity are unsullied despite all manner of opposition. You’ve risen whole and passed the test.
You’re tired. You’ve searched for understanding in the seas of high doubt. You’ve languished in tempests of ridicule and anxiety. You’ve endured heartache in sobriety and been left out. Yet, on bended knee, you revere, honor, and respect. You extend the courtesy of mercy, though you are met with held breath. Whatever they fear is their way of protecting privilege. They are all circumspect. I take this risk of oneness with you - our unity, God’s verdict.
I cherish your love; it is simply put, the best. It reminds me of gardens alone, of winding rivers, of cold, hard earth caked on my skin. Our true value, we’ll never know. These phrases I’ve coined and dollars spent. For you to have a glimpse of hope that’s heaven-sent. A ribbon in the sky, as Stevie Wonder sang. As beautiful as the truth, in a world of lies.
You are here with me. I’ve written before. I’ve longed for this moment - that something special and more. All while I sing of perfection and you cry out, we are poor. Collecting treasures we find on the floor, we own nothing but happily convinced, we gain whatever each day has in store. If this is the beginning, then there is an end. If this is living, we both win. You owe me nothing. I am here for you as if you are everything. I’m not chasing after a ring.
Just a kiss from your protruding lips is bliss. The rest you can keep. A mysterious bee, you sting. Your words, like honey. This moment proof I knew you before the world first moved. I love you because of you. Not lonely, just counting one and two...
We hear music - a subtle blue. In the infinite sky that dons every hue, there is a bird who has left its nest. There is an ocean’s crest. I’ll ride the wave, if it’s me you’ll save. Love’s potion, like magic, promises change, but only to the slave.
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