I think back over the past weeks.
Fleeting moments,
cast brilliant upon a background
of warmth
and depth.
Each passing day,
drawing me deeper into this web
of possibility,
of hope, that never once
in all my days
saw fit to grace my life.
Till you.

And I wonder how this can be?
Just what miracle
brought you to me.
You had been there for so long.
Before my eyes,
within my touch,
but never did I venture
to dream
that your eyes would look upon me
with any favor.
The epitome of insignificance.
I am in awe.

And I dare not hope
that you wish to stay with me.
To harbor such a thought,
would only lead to a quiet
desperation when you left.
For I so want to keep you
in my life.
In my days,
in my nights.
In what I silently whisper to myself,
in tones fraught with
agony,
anticipating a loss not yet
felt.
Forever?
I am in love.

You have made the intolerable,
tolerable.
You have taken the unimaginable,
and given me dreams.
You have touched my hand,
and in that simplistic gesture,
touched my heart.
You have woven your spirit
into the very essence
of my own.
And if the same power
that brought you to me,
would only see fit
to let you stay,
I should never ask,
nor need,
anything else in this,
my life,
ever again.