Dearest daughter of all daughters, beautiful apple of these eyes
It is with much longing that I write you through blurred words and lines.
My transgressions and digressions and diversions are allayed
That you may hurry to me quickly that my heart not lose its way.
In the darkness, I whisper loudly wherein my thoughts I’m most at home.
In the light, I scream in silence therein the crowds I’m so alone.
Calamities and tragedies, if advance me to you then I embrace
These forty lashes and weeping gnashes just to finally caress your face.
Impatience does not become me, but then neither does your void
Deficiency of you and me has made me apprehensive and annoyed
Yet I repent this near lament for you are worthy of a finer muse
And that I’m stuck on temporary, well, there’s really no excuse
True love waits in haunted attics and the most unlikely of all spans
Dearest bride, begin this circle synonymous to our unbroken hands
Strangers, suitors, lovers, and less that may delay our rendezvous
Have mercy on their souls, dear Lord; I commit their souls to you
I will rub your tired feet and rest your weary head upon my breast
I will hear your unfiltered thoughts and massage your much-neglected neck
I will say, “I do” and do I will and will do what you will
I miss you, need you, want you, plead that soon you be revealed
Dearest heart, I save the best I am and the man I have yet to be
That I might carry you over the threshold and consummate what is we
I intercede now for the seeds of those unborn and already here
To bounce our babe upon my lap or to show our teen how not to fear
Firmaments, expanse, and destiny declare it’s written before its played
Before seeded in the womb while being fearfully and wonderfully made
Dearest Love, come to me quickly, tarry not I do implore.
One day I will look in you deeply saying, “He encontrado mi amor.”
* While this piece (originally published August 8, 2006) has a romantic beauty about it, it was written one Saturday evening at the realization of a bitter loneliness that I was experiencing at the time. The original title in my journal was “suicide note” but I figured that to be a bit dark for most people’s sensibilities. I renamed the piece to more positively address the woman who I have yet to meet, who may one day be my Wife.