When I love I do so boundlessly
I love beyond all capabilities
Without hesitation or restraint
I know no other way
Giving myself self completely
As if in sacrifice
When I love every atom of me does
When that love is lost
Until nothing remains of me
I know other way
Except to love
In my dreams she comes to me
I bow to her
A hand for thee
Shall we dance
She does so beautifully
Our eyes engaged
We swirl around
Her hand in mine
Oh please dear one
When next we come to dance
An empty hand reaches into hollow air. There it lingers. Memories of what once was thoughtless. Soft finger tips tracing mine. Wrist twisting together like snakes in a love dance. The world calmed when our hands met.
Empty eyes search through the nothingness beside me. Once there gleamed eyes which spoke to my soul. I love you poured from them better then any mouth could speak. In them I saw eternity. Children. Grandchildren. Until the day I saw tears. Then they were gone.
My lips speak to the vastness. I love you still flows from them. Landing upon empty ears of a long gone memory. When then your lips spoke love to me in return. Oh to feel them brush against mine.
All is empty now. Hands withered. Eyes diming. Lips silent. All is empty. Except my heart. No. My heart is still full. The same love pounding through me. Forcing you into my dreams where all becomes real again.
My hand reaches into the emptiness where yours is waiting for it.
My hand seemed to fit perfectly for her. Thumb resting just before her ear. Fingers spread wide sunk beneath her hair. Softly I could guide her face to me until her eyes were in that perfect place. There I would drink her in until overflowing.
Silently we would remain this way. Enthrolled in each others presence. Words had no value. All which could be said flawlessly flowed from myself to her then her to me. Time had no meaning. There was no universe beyond our space. All that could be, was.
Eventually my head would rest upon hers. Nose touching nose. Eyes closed. I would breathe as she exhaled so she could fill my soul. Her hand often rested upon my heart. She enjoyed allowing the beat of hers to match mine. Hours would pass as slowly we merged into one. Neither she nor I. Only us.
We were young. Love was new. Neither she nor I had felt so much from another. Boundaries regarding how much to give had not been taught by lifes cruel twist. So we gave. We opened our souls and gave all there was. Everthing within me I poured into her during these moments as she did me. It was honest, sincere, unhindered, all giving and all taking in equal portion.
These were times of remarkable beauty. A gift which remain part of me forever. There once was a time, magic found me.