Timescape of Passion I Have Found Perfection.

It's no worldly Material chattel Nor an object to be Traded at some market But the arms of my lover, Resplendent and luminous, Passionate and caring in her Every step, every single deed; Who, for all this majesty and awe Has chosen to side by unworthy me For a time unset, might as well be eternity. The first day we lived a million loves together The second a billion and one, unafraid of the pour The third was pain, the near loss of our togetherness The fourth was joy, a glorious return to this happiness The fifth a solemn ritual of lips, parting, meeting per diem The sixth an abrupt start, but assured I was of love and contA disquieting end, before any flowers extended their arms A tired embrace, accepting of the end without a struggle A sudden abortion, before any date took place for us A placid smile to reflect that it worked not for her A thank you for understanding and a sigh from I A death of romance, before it lived once more All in a span of a matter of minutes so short Seemed so much like nothing, nothing at all And indeed perhaps it was just nothingness A meaningless drop in the ocean of time When I was yours and you were mine And I loved you and you loved me Words, hoped to last "indefinitely" I have found perfection. It is no Worldly material chattel, nor an Object to be traded at some Market, but the arms of my Lover, the one whom I Chose, who chose me. For our brief time Thank you.