“Love in fragmented pieces”

Although separated, we are still connected.
Although living afar, we are close to our stars.
We have the same vibration:
Your heart in my heart,
My spirit in your breath.
In my inner being, the echo is your voice.
Echoes of our hearts I still hear,
and I am still searching…where our paths first intertwined.
You are the poet who creates love in fragmented pieces.
I am the language through which you make me feel high.
You are the verb that nourishes our intimate labor.

You are my first fruit, my resting place charged with untamed energy.
They say, “She is the Frantoio olive that lights up with white blooms
in your eternal summer.”
We consecrate the commitment with a kiss.
To you, I make a promise for a lifetime of stability.
We are inextricably bound to our freedom to love, to heal,
and to carry together the weight of the star.
To dream of a world held in high esteem with you…
pleasurable experiences and joyful raptures with you..

I am your burning war of passion.
You offer a bottomless well of trust and strength that revitalizes me.
You can’t run away forever from what your heart desires.
I may not always love you the way I should,
but you will never have to doubt my sincerity.
I want to hurry home to you to tell you this:
“I will make you so proud of our young, summer love.”

You are a little mystery that walks into my life,
and I am evolving with you.
I have missed you for so long, for a thousand years in my past.
I will say a little prayer for you,
and make a deal with God: to keep you safe,
to shield you from the pain of denial and loneliness,
and to imagine the future with loving eyes.
You and I have a hold on right from the start—
a grip so tight and so strong we should not tear apart.