The compulsion to pen down in broken words this matter
of alternate perspective Ė seeking anotherís mutual attention,
but not blindly staring at walls. One who scans the horizon
and sees what lies beyond; my love, you are one of the latter.
Agony is easily expressed by a harsh, thoughtless expletive
while lofty thoughts of love require a boundless talent Ė
you looked at the stars beyond this ephemeral, earthly tent
giving me yourself, your time and new reasons to live.
With a kiss Iím moved to galaxies past the tardy light,
with a step your distance is like the eternal empty course
of longing space and bridged again by a whisper or a smile
that draws me to your infinite gravity and holds me tight.
Iíd exclaim that youíre a god for warping this universe,
but it is not so. Iím just honoured to know you a while.