Your story, laced with tragedy.
A life tortured, unfulfilled.
How could I not respond?
You, blessed being,
won’t you walk down my path?
I have been waiting
here for so many years,
the beloved has appeared,
“The Invitation” issued.
Flashing eyes, face of heaven, fertile mind
— and you want me.
I am reborn, my suffering transfigured.
The sun shines brightly, corona of joy.
Our love pure and powerful,
our destinies locked together.
How did it happen, and so soon?
We need no logic, living as lovers do,
heeding a higher call: be devoted and vulnerable.
All seems right, most of the time.
Wait! Is this important?
Need I ask who you are?
I trust you will reveal.