She said I could never love her,
That I didn’t know her.
She said I only know, what, I think I know.

And so I told her exactly what I knew…
I said she was right and that her statement was true.
I could only know what I thought I knew.
Yet there are so many things about her I know, I know.

What I know is that I do in fact love her.
For love is the driving force that gives my heart wings to soar.
Love keeps my heart beating in a now now time signature.
For when I close my eyes its love that keeps the mesmerizing image of her deeply imprinted in my mind.
When I wake the thought of her compels me to start my day anew.
For just as the dew reappears on the oak leaves every morn she comes to and fro through the meadows that reside in my subconscious.
Her sweet words rest everlasting in my eardrums like the sirens soothing voice leading me into an ever-deepening romance.
Her touch sends me on a trip of pure ecstasy leaving me tongue-tied and left to dry in the warmth and glow of her being.

Love’s kiss culminates the senses leaving me stranded on an isle of sheer joy but eventually my heart begins to starve.
My heart knows that the kiss won’t and cannot last.
No matter how long, no matter how passionate the kiss won’t last physically, only mentally will it last eternally.

However much pain is dealt from the crushing thought of this it cannot surmount the lust felt to receive another.
Lust caps the summit of the mountain that was constructed upon the foundation of loves enduring friendship.
To build this glorious monument hardships were thrown our way.
At times tears were strewn upon our faces like blindfolds clouding our vision.
Heartache wove itself around our waist as a belt to try and keep us from ascension.
Arguments rained upon the rock face hoping to overthrow us into the sea of separation.
But through the tough storms and the rocky roads we rose above the challenges,
Together we conquered adversaries the bonds of many,
Yet we hung on for just one word kept us going.

Sweet is the juice of the mango that fills my mouth as I lay below the arms of willow.
Dark is the nighttime sky that is faintly illuminated by constellations.
Here again in this place I rest my head on the wise roots of an ancient life.
Only thing on my mind is the thought of love.
Love is not an Indiana Jones flick where you kick down the door and upon a pedestal it sits waiting for you to grasp it.
Yet now that I know love, I sit here wondering if the love I’ve come to know still has life.
All these things I should say to this woman and yet I can’t seem to find the way to express it.

“Hello..? Are you still there?” she says through the phone.
And then I began.