Time, the chasm of moments we must cross over.
It tears at our existence, precluding our thought.
It passes so quickly,
yet it weighs as a heavy burden on our hearts.
So we wait for the tomorrows.
Who, I ask, governs this time?
This element of life that effects such a drain on our emotions.
More so if we are patiently waiting for a love to draw near.
If, as it is said, waiting is the greatest sign of one’s love.
Then how much more we more we must love to endure the wait.
Can we say then that love grows stronger when we are apart?
If so, then my love for you cannot be measured by a yardstick.
Nay, not even a calendar could count the time
I have spent loving you.
For my heart has wished you near all the time.
If I were to spend a thousand years in waiting,
but had no thought of you,
all would be for naught.
If my nights and days were not filled with dreams of you,
then nothing would come from the waiting.
But had no thought of you
All would be for naught.
If my nights and days were not filled with dreams of you,
then nothing would come from the waiting
My heart has been patient
From the moment we were first together
Every thought, every dream, has been of you.
All this then is the measure of my love.
My gift of devotion to you.
My love.