Mending one’s britches, not a problem in sight.
Happy to create, always hoping for the light,
To present to another their “something new”,
Things once created, must be bid adieu.

Happy to love, and happy to give,
Until giving gave up,
Nary a reason to live–

A bleak reaction,
To a bleak crime. 

Summer came, and then came fall,
Chilling to the bone, 
When winter’s call,
Presented me Temperance,
Humility, and Joy,
For this tailor met another–
Broken boy.

A man with charm, grace, and poise.
Riding in to save me from a world filled with noise.
Music, ethereal, from a siren at sea,
Brought us closer together, and set us free.

Paris, Greece, Bern, and my heart,
A home you built, that we would never depart.
Memories fill vessels made of tears and laughs,
Bonded together from our fingers to our hearts.

Loving felt right,
From a man who made me see,
That life’s great mystery,
Was laid before my feet.

Love isn’t a number, 
Not a place, nor a high,
Love is forever, 
a sweet sacrifice.

Apart, but together,
In arms that gave me warmth,
Some comfort in your heart, 
I hope I’ve adorned.

Through the good and the bad,
I’ll forever be your man,
I’ll forever hold you close,
I’ll forever reminisce,
In this life, and the next,
I promise–
I’ll never forget this.

In moments of sadness, I look back at our time together, and wish it went on forever, and yet, it cannot be. That, to me, makes what we had so much more special. A fleeting drop in the eye of the cosmos, forever seen, and never forgotten. You will always have me, and I you. We are forever, Me and You.

Love,
Oonzlie