May be another day...

May be another day..., a photo by naturewalker on Flickr.

I love and live in my love. ALone.
He loves and lives in his love, too. Alone.
That does not make any sense. But it is supposed to.
It is supposed to be left alone. And he is supposed to be left alone.
So he can find out for himself what I or anyone else means to him, and for him.
And I must wait for that realization to dawn.
Because… I love him.
And I can wait till eternity for that love and that togetherness-
so long as he is the one at the end of that long lonely road. I will walk alone.

And I will learn several languages along the way- just so I narrow the distance we must both travel.
Language that speaks of the heart, of the soul. From the heart, from the soul.
Language that bridges the distance and makes it irrelevant.
Language that makes Time itself irrelevant.
I must learn to speak a language he can understand.
I must also learn to understand the language he speaks.
In our loneliness and our search- it is only words that may string us together.

Those words that speak of feelings. And of forevers.
The head must rule where the heart treads carefully.
And the heart must learn never, ever, to give up.
At the end of days- what else is it that will matter?
That we lived, and lived well.
That we understood and were understood.
That we loved, and we were loved.

And for that day of togetherness
For that moment of truth
Wait I shall
Patiently, and impatiently…
Always, and forever…
Now, and till Eternity.
From Infinity and beyond did we arrive,
To Infinity and beyond shall we go.

Love me now…
Love me forever...