My Heart Aches for Her…

Sometimes I simply cannot explain the emotions that I feel for my love…

When I am alone with her, my darling everything, I see stars and the moon. Everything falls upside down and time just begins to crash into me like colliding galaxies.

It is a hurt, a good kind of pain that almost brinks on sadness, as though agony of the heart is upon me all because I am away from her.  It is so raw and powerful. It is honey from the hive, straight to the mouth of the mind, and it is worth every bit to try and visit this place where I am alive.  

It lays deep inside, in a spot that seems to pour over me with so much emotional heat, like fire from the earth’s molten rock below; and I have melted for her into fragments.

She brings this into my vision, and I lose control over everything. My passion is complexly intertwined with her very movement, and I am consumed with the beating of my own heart. It is not false. Rather, it is ever urgent and powerful, and in it I feel as though I could never explain my real feelings other than to say I love her.

It has gone on for so long now…

Staring, looking at, feeling the energy of her soul, I wonder if we ever will meet again when this all ends. Perhaps though, just maybe, we have met a thousand million times before. It feels that way, and it also feels like I could never say good bye, not now or ever, not after being exposed to her truth.

I can never again become ignorant to the beating of my heart. We, together , so much, two peas in a pod, two bumps on a log, for so many days and nights bedded by her side, together in the grasses and sand dunes, together in the meadows and mountains.

Sometimes we fall so deep in to the fog of each other. 

Does anyone else feel this way? 

It all seems too serene to be possible.

Can this be real?