Just Is…

I know there are things that you tend to doubt
Tactfully, tastefully, but nonetheless about…
Me.
But, you see, I have found a new sense of enlightenment,
Since the angles of our “K” connected
And spent,
…Time, that yielded a strong return on investment.
Its a new feeling, a strange feeling, a brilliant feeling detected.
A genuine observation through a mirror, where nothing is being reflected.
The most unique, peculiar, damn uncomfortable sensation
Yet a magnificently perfect, and ubiquitous manifestation.
Unknown to anything I have ever been blessed to test,
A subtly wild theory to the chaotic mess –
Of a concept, that is love. Our love.
Like an uncharted water, or an undiscovered island,
Like an unexplained phenomenon, or a brand new life form…
There is no context around it, nothing preceding it,
And the “after” is yet to come.
It just is. It is you and I …
And the quintessential obstruseness of our varied versions of love.
Say your love was my love, then, we are madly in love with each other.
Say my love was your love, then, we are certain there will never be another.
Say my love, and your love, meet one day at a cross roads,
And we decide to both go left, together… at the same pace…
Our love evolves to true love,
Where some… or most… will evolve to all and forever,
And without regard to the possibility of hurt or pain,
Because it won’t exist.
But we will gain an unequivocal sense of destruction,
That is, the walls that, for all our lives, have been actively under construction…
Will fall… like the rain in April or when my God cries,
And with our eyes closed, we will see eachother souls…
In the mean time, I love just learning love
In the sublime lime light of our microcosmic intentions.
The dimension of our triangular world that only we inhabit is…
Blisfully secluded, and a preluded contradiction
To everyone else’s affliction.
We are just being, living, loving, learning.
It is just you, me… us…Him.
It just is, and it will be, we…
In this.