Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Love poem for a Whitman friend

1:00 a.m.
I went to bed and my body began to generate some intense emotions again, as I thought about Friend #2. I decided to get out of bed and get my note book to write what went through my head as I combined these two:

Whenever I think of spending my life with you, my universe opens up from the inside and allows me to know once again that nothing is impossible for me.
Maybe it’s your name that is engraved in a childhood memory of a childhood memory; your name that connects me to a time in my life when I still had my innocence.  When life still illuminated, upon me, its hope of infinite peace and warmth. 
With you I am like a child, like an angel that has never been defiled.  I can physically feel the warmth of the sun coming from inside my body as I think about you.  I can feel my heart begin to beat as vigorously and as gently as that of a newborn child fresh from the womb.  My body begins to generate enough heat for itself again; with an abundance of love and warmth that is enough even for the rest of the world. 
You are a dream come true.  You are the hope I lost as I bore the first heartbreak I ever had; you make my heart whole again.  My heart wakes up from its life-long stupor; it radiating light through my veins, circulating life to my limbs again.  My heart is alive again.
I am an angel ready to love, ready to forgive the flaws of the world; ready to do the work of God and sanctify the earth with His Love and Power.

Friend #2,
You kindle my cold dying body,
You fill with life my dry and withered bones,
You enliven my decaying soul.

I would not be surprised if God told me that you were the first love I ever had, and that every other girl I desired would only incompletely fill in the void that you were meant to overflow.
The world is our playground, I shall not be afraid.  With you I can never be lonely again; since, just the thought of you is enough to keep me warm at night.

My sunshine, my sunflower; day and night you keep me warm.
You bring the breeze that cools me down in the summer,
And you are the light that breaks through the clouds in the winter.
            You are like the flowers of spring without the allergies,
And like the wind of autumn without a cold to catch.
            You are like Psalms 23 in 3D and in living color.

My spirit, my body, my twin-soul.
            When I look into your eyes I can see my life story.
I can see myself within you, as if we were one.

I am too skeptical to call it love,
But I can assuredly tell you that I have never felt like this for anyone else before.
You make me whole.
                        My love for you can never know pain,
Since it only fills my body with radiance.
                        Once complete it can never be broken,
Since I have found what I was ordained to seek.
            I reached my destination when I crossed paths with you.
Though our bodies may deteriorate with the rest that is corruptible,
This love makes the soul immortal.
           
When I thought there were certain things I aimed for in my “princess charming”, you broke through those measures and filled a void so deep I had forgotten it was there; bringing to life who I was meant to be, a person that had been buried deep for ages, and only manifested itself as who I have been all these years.  But now, you have converted this soul to peace and truth.