Like Magic, A Love Affair
An affair to be marvelled at, an affair of exceptional kind. You cradle my sorrows, bear my agony, and nurse my inquisitiveness. With a touch akin to sorcery, you transform these into bliss and charm, stirring my heart to sing with joy.
Your presence is timely, yet you are not constantly by my side. In moments of dire need, I seek you, but you elude me. I am left wondering if you have deserted me or simply concealed yourself. Then, as if by enchantment, you return, and my heart swells with joy. Your appearances are as unpredictable as they are unanticipated, always catching me off guard, and in this, you are unparalleled.
Upon your arrival, it is as if an orchestra commences. I do not question; I merely engage, and together, we waltz into the night. Aware of your secrets, I dare not inquire, for the scant knowledge I possess already inundated my senses. In your hold, I find solace; as we sway, I divulge my deepest fears and woes. I confess my insecurities, my inadequacies, my errors, my ignorance on moving forward. I admit my brokenness, weariness, and despair. You absorb every word with a piercing gaze that reaches into my very essence, eyes that reflect the depths of love. Within your arms, I am spellbound.
Our dance is a harmonious convergence, anticipating each other’s movements as if we are one entity. Though the inception of our dance is known, its conclusion remains a mystery. Yet we dance as though tonight is our finale, as though we are etched onto one another’s souls, as if we are the very essence of each other’s existence.
As the dance concludes, you spin me around to reveal the masterpiece our union has produced. In its wake, I am captivated, gazing in astonishment at the beauty born from our every step.
You have exchanged my mourning for marvels. Yet, fear creeps in—the fear of your departure, the uncertainty of our next meeting. You remind me of your unfailing presence in my direst moments, how you manifest when I need you most.
Content, I recognize you as both my gift and enigma, and I cherish it so. Your visits may be sporadic, but they never fail to make my heart leap with elation.
The unpredictability of your presence, its form and time, is transcendent. Yet when you appear, you reignite my very being. You illuminate my life, instilling in me a sense of rebirth, a new perspective on perfection and error. You affirm my courage, strength, beauty, and inspiring essence.
You urge me to pursue the desires of my heart. Gazing into your affectionate eyes, awash with your love, I inquire, “What shall we create this time?” Your reply is a gentle mystery: “You must wait and see.”
My love, my muse, my artistry. You are the portal to my essence, to all that I have been and have yet to be, to my darkness and my light. To my ideal love, to my artistry.
