Beloved

Being the eternal optimist that I am it is no wonder that I might be branded the hopeless romantic.  Maybe I was born to the wrong era.  Maybe I just think old fashion should never go out of style.  Fads are what we make them.  Some things are meant to hold onto, an old locket your great grandmother wore or your fathers favorite ring.  

The most important thing we hold dear are our memories.  But what if the memories haven't happened yet?  Or they happened in a dream?  Or they happened in a poem because your romantic nature always promises to get the best of you?  Maybe these memories can be called wishes.  They are the ones that haven't happened yet but maybe they still will... These memories right around the corner are called...

 My Beloved

I spent my youth by the waters edge

Immersed in a prayer that you would find thee

Waiting patiently as the years passed by

I began to wonder if you could hear me

Would you listen to my beckoning call

Or would I wonder aimlessly without you

Perhaps I was just a hopeless romantic

And you were never really supposed to

But if we inherently believe in miracles

To the entire world we must profess

That anything is possible and

So we adhere to its bequests

There is someone for everyone

And this I hold true

From the bottom of my heart

I have waited patiently for you

I thought that I was dreaming

When you walked through the door

The first time our eyes embraced

And I knew I wanted more

Years would pass with more encounters

Yet never a word of happenstance

We would always just walk away

Leaving our connections to chance

How ironic that you should find me now

Within reach of your similar path

Only time can reveal the truth

If there’s such a thing as our other half