Hey Cupid, make you a deal.

 Hey Cupid, come 'ere... make you a deal.

That arrow you shot, took over 8 years to get to me, now she's with someone else.

No, I don't want another one.  I want this one.  This one is mine, see, look at the label.  I have the other half.  So here's what you do, since she does know I exist, I'm gonna cut you a little slack. I'll hit my reset button off  that bridge over there, and when she comes back for her next lifetime, drop me in right on time this time and hit her with the arrow.  We'll meet before she met him. Our tags will match and it'll be great, deal?

C'mon Cupid, that's not bending the rules, you did it once before... took him a few hundred years but he found her again and its the best love story in all the movies! I know ours will be just as great and you know it too.  You built our hearts from scratch, the same fabric and from the 2 elements, how could you not want to see this play out right?  Don't you want to see your handy work being showcased to the world? Cuz you know I'll make sure the whole world knows how perfect she is and how much we love each other.  You know I'll worship the ground she walks on.

What you mean you can't put me back like you did before.  Ok, I know you can make me wait in this lifetime, but that way... is a bit rougher cuz I gotta watch someone else love her. OK maybe I can endure the sleepless and lonely nights if it means I get her.  But are you sure you're going to make her come to me? When the time is right?  C'mon the time is right, right now bro, remember it wasn't me who messed up on the arrows. Mix ups are normal?!  I don't wanna hear that, that sounds like a you problem.  

Aren't you tired of Michael and them making fun of you.  Show 'em you got this love match making business locked.  Who else is you huh?!  Yea, that's what I'm saying.  OK so here's the deal, I'm gonna go chill over there, but ah, can I at least get to see her once in a while? She knows it's me too and a kiss from her makes all the pain in this world go away. She told me the world disappears when we kiss.  You can't put that on ice, have you seen her eyes?!  You can?  Bet!  Yea Yea I gotchu, I won't tell anyone else.  

What's that? Of course I know what kinda house she wants, a white house with blue shutters, a walk-around porch, and a room that overlooks a creek so she can draw.  I'll work on that in the meantime.  I plan to protect her with every once of my life, in every way possible. I'm gonna make sure she smiles everyday, she'll never feel alone ever again and I will be her rock. I just wanna die with her, you know? 

See, I told you, I got this, now go do what you need to do.  Talk to whoever you need to talk to, bribe whoever, trade favors, that sorta thing, anything you need to do. She is all I'll live for.  And I'll wait for the day I see her standing at my door, I'll let her in and that'll be the last time she'll ever leave my heart.  I need her, her hand, her face, her hair, her smell. Do this for me Cupid, Do this for us.    Peace.

The Sun in my Moon

 You know, when we met, and I saw my feelings grow into this Eden of hope and all things wonderful, I didn't realize how dark my writing was until you told me.  I had to laugh to myself.  All these years I've always depicted depth with violence, death and darkness.  I Imagined I made you feel that my love for you was something that was dark, not good, something to be afraid of and unintelligible for human consumption.  Even writing this now I think of all the ways I've depicted love and affection, though theatrical, but left this taste of morbidity. 

So let's rewrite this? How do you make me feel? It is all magic with you.  Your face is like a flower blooming in slow motion.  The warm feeling of hugging you is like watching Spring come and nothing can stop it...you just take me over and everything cold and dark goes away. Hearing you tell me you love me is like a warm wind on a cool Fall afternoon gently gliding over my face. You make me sore over mountains in crisp blue skies. You make me feel like I've never been here before. Kissing you is like drinking fresh spring water, I can't get enough and I keep drinking.  Your oceanic eyes take me on a voyage of us, with each star a dream and a moment of you and I, and I want to touch every single one of them.  The rush of knowing you're coming to see me, competes with the rush of Niagara Falls and I want to pour every drop into you.  Your smile as you approach me rivals the most beautiful sunrise I've ever seen. I will take your sun if you take my moon and hand in hand we will dance with the earth as our witness, forever.

Theft

 Do you know what love is?  It's being afraid to finish the lotion you gave me as a gift because it's the last thing I'll ever have from you that came from your hand.  It's fearing dementia because losing my memories of you might as well be the end of the world for me now. It's wanting to reach out to you everyday and knowing why I shouldn't . I'd rather see you happy, even though I'm the only one I want to see you happy with.  It's imagining me in your life everyday but knowing this daydream is the only luxury I'll ever have.  It's seeing every car that looks like yours and wondering if it's you coming to tell me we can finally be together and everyone in your life wants me there.  It's going through my email and seeing where I typed your name last and for split second thinking it was a new email form you.

Do you know what love is?  Love is torment.  Love is a hook in the bottom of my spine, wrenching and pulling me to find you.  It yanks me randomly away from work and I have to pause and hold my head down with the feeling of kissing you and missing you violently coursing through my body.  It's regret the weight of mountain chained to my neck as it hangs off a cliff. I fight with every muscle in my body to hold it up but wonder if I should just let it pull me over and dive after it in the biggest tragedy ever in mankind.  

Love is theft. Love is gang of dancing devils, prancing and stomping my heart bleeding out on the dirt.

Love is loneliness, the desert of all deserts, scorching solitude, silence that drives you mad and no end in any direction, while each gran of sand is your face.

Leave me alone love, you've only taken from me, I have nothing left.  Find someone else now.

The Nebula of Her

 I am flesh and I am bone.

I am flesh and I am bone, until I am dust.

I am flesh and I am bone carrying this eternal love for you.

And when I am dust, my love will float around in specs of grain slave to wind and time. 

I am dust in the wind across ages, each grain pocketing a piece of you, spreading the earth.

And when the sun explodes, every grain will ignite, and my love will morph into the flames and rage.

I am now flames of an exploding star slowly spreading across the universe in a slow expanse.

My love for you is now a burning nebula, filling all the space between the stars,

My love for you is now beyond space and time, as I am now beyond space and time.

I will love you forever then as I love your forever now.

Beyond flesh and bone and time itself

My love will never die.

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