Do not forget the power of love in the spaces that you share. Embrace that heart with all your might, and kiss those lips with the pure tenderness your soul projects. Stand firm in your resolve, but do so with a love and patience that speaks to your truth, that you love this person and, in love, all things are possible.
Know that in the moments when the winds whip you into uncertainty that your lover has your back. Know that when you search for a ray of light in the middle of the night, you will hear his voice. Know that when you awaken with the Sun that he will feel you and take your hand just to let you know he is dreaming about you.
Poets love in a special way. With passion, and a uniqueness that would drive others away. They feel every part of their lover in each word they offer, even when those words don’t come close to telling the entire story. They know life deeply, can can smell the colors in the forest and hear the fragrance of each flower bloomed. When they are lucky enough to find each other in the mist of life, a single caress writes volumes on their skin. They know each other well, and they love like no other can.
Such is the curse of a poet. They understand much even as they are misunderstood even more. They see things that are mostly unseen, and feel things most have grown numb to. When they fall in love with each other, there is nothing quite like it and few things more powerful in the Universe. Through the toils of their own humanity they write poems with their tears, and often surrender their hearts to the fires that burn within them.
I leave her with a word, one of many I will write and many I will share along the way. I take another poet’s truth because, well, I share it in this instance. See, we poets share more than just our time in this existence. We also share a soul.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. ~Pablo Neruda.