To The One my Soul loves:
I am up at dawn, watching the night kiss the day as she says her goodbye. And, I wonder, my beloved, could there ever be two more perfect lovers? Tell me if you know: who can be ever together and ever apart?
And as I sit upon the sands of the beach, watching the waves reach for her, I am enthralled by the beauty of the thing I am watching. Though the moonlight pulls him away, she is ever unmoving, always waiting for his return, and with a fury he does, placing upon her outstretched hands, along with a frothy kiss, treasures he holds deep within his being. And they too are ever together and ever apart.
My beloved, is this the way of love? Could it be true that lovers must stand alone in their togetherness? Can I let you fly with your own wings and still be a part of your destiny?
Oh, my love, it must be true! And if ever I knew the way back to that place on this blanket of time where all possibilities exist, that place where our paths had converged and our souls almost merged, I’d take with me this knowledge of love.
I’d tell myself to guard my beloved, even from the desperate, obsessive love that can arise within my own heart. I’d tell myself to guard the Rose in my soul’s garden but not to hold her too tightly, lest I crush her in the might of my adulation, and in so doing, cause her thorns to pierce my heart.