Beloved

Beloved,
It is only with sincerity that I come to you in verse. The wine of our passions only ages and matures with every passing tick; needless to say the clock here is not my friend. And yet I find Time in this hectic schedule to find you in some profound dimension that I cannot explain. Is it the rare occasion of our company together, the time we spend exploring? The inertia is a driving force in my heart that carries over deep in the banks of mind and thought, imagination and desire, soul and will.
When was the last time we accomplished something special? Our memories are epic however few. Why do we have only a few great Times as opposed to many smaller and dare I say lesser in quality or intensity? Not to be ungrateful by any means, only that I'd rather see you with more frequency. Or would you disagree – do you suppose that it is that we have this immeasurable distance that the fruits from the journey to be with each other are that much more delicious? A delicacy to be savored long after we have parted and the pangs to reunite grow stronger from within. Apart from you it is the arctic winter, together it is the California spring with life and love and everything in full bloom.
Am I wrong to want to be with you always? I feel as though we could achieve greatness with little effort. Do you not see that our weaknesses and strengths bring balance to our lives? We are a dynamic factor with the ability to take on the world. I could go on forever of the potential of a life together with you. Until the next time I see your face, I hug and squeeze you wholeheartedly in my mind as only you could when we see and part ways. May the day come when we part no longer. My beloved you are with me always, with best wishes of kindness I bid you love.
Your beloved.