What is love, but a snowflake?

No two ever fall the same,

What is in a whisper?

When I don’t hear you say my name.

What is a thousand years?

When one-hundred will do,

I’d rather share a lifetime together

Than endure eternity without you.

What is a tear?

But a memory that is shed,

What is a dreamless night?

Without you in my bed.

What is the moon?

Without the stars in your eyes,

What are the broken pieces of my heart?

When the love slowly dies.

What is the meaning of forever?

When I’m living in the past,

What is a first love?

When it is compared to the last.

What is a raindrop?

In a desert of lonely,

What is an embrace?

When you’re not here to hold me.

What is my purpose?

What is my other half of one?

Who am I without you?

Now that we are done.



“You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinged my soul.” ~Julie-Jeanne-Eleonore de Lespinasse, Letter; 1774

How often must I cry for you, my love?

I have loved you from the first.

In truth, I did not feel my heart beat until you drew near.

You, my wandering star, brought me to life.

You set me in motion and put me on a path to pursue you through the cold desolate universe. I’ve endured everything for you.

I wander through the darkness, lost without your presence.

Knowing I was born to love you, my life is without purpose in your absence.

I divide my time between memories and tears.

I turn back the clock to relive our past, because the present is no gift and the future means nothing without your love.

My conversations with God end in broken breaths, so that He knows what I am incapable of saying.

I stand at the edge of space and time not daring to find you in my dreams, because I know I’ll only be seeing a ghost.

You, my love, are the phantom of my heart, but without you on the stage our opera is incomplete.

There are no words worthy of you. You are a goddess whose true name is unknown.

I can find no truth without you, and so I linger in a world of lies.

Sleep offers no comfort, and simply existing is not living.

The depth of my pain has run so deep that it has pierced my soul. My well of tears has nearly run dry and I shift from sorrow to anger at the prospect of losing you forever.

It’s as though I stand at the border of heaven and hell, teetering on the edge of a blade where bliss and torment lie on either side of tomorrow.

The next beat of my heart might break me.

My sanity could be lost.

My longing leaves me in the purgatory of affection and I struggle to cope with the ache that leaves a void in my heart.

I could die a thousand deaths without you, and not know what it means to truly feel alive. This is how much I have loved you, though I cannot count the number of times I have cried.

I only know that I loved you last.

I’ll continue to do so, until that moment in some far away place and time, the horizon of my life where I’ll be incapable of knowing whether I am day or night, asleep or awake, love or hate.

You, my wandering star.


F24BDB0F-EDDE-4512-B913-EBB6C3DA34F2She wandered into the darkness leaving a trail of her tears in her wake. Pedals from her heart fell with each step, so that if he chose to follow he would know the path she took.

The labyrinth of her heart silent, save for the echo of their whispers and the words never spoken. Though their bond did not require for anything to not be left unsaid, for they had already memorized the unspoken words that rested on their lips.

A kiss is never just a kiss.

A memory is never just a moment trapped in another time.

These are the links that keep two hearts bound to one another for eternity.

She followed tomorrow, and he followed her.

Together they pursued destiny.

Though, in the forest of forgetfulness she had wandered onto a path where time was irrelevant and the trees did not look familiar.

He followed her, still, but not for the sake of luring her back to the clearing she already knew, rather he shadowed her steps clinging to the stems she left behind to keep watch over her and protect her from the dangers lurking in the dark.

The thorns punctured his skin, the blood dripped from his fingers, but he refused to let her go.

Not for the sake of refusing to accept his fate, but for the sake of the promise he once made.

”I will love you, forever.”

That is a destiny no one can avoid.

ROMANTIC MUSINGS: Wine of the Gods


I like to think of love as the wine of the gods.

Like any wine it can be sweet or bitter, which depends on age or taste.

The etymology of the word Ambrosia comes to us from Greek and Sanskrit as a potion of the gods, and in both cases from the Indo-European words that mean: undying.

I dare say it will alter your frame of mind and change the way everything else tastes, for better or worse, but it is a hangover humans are incapable of recovering from by any other means than time.

Akin to food or drink, it sustains us.

The absence of it becomes a thirst we cannot quench by any other means.

Oh, but to have it, my friends is to consume that which is undying.