05/18/2025
I am lovesick for you.
Your absence is a shadow that moves with me, a veil between my heart and the world. By day, I search for your face in every reflection; by night, I reach for you, my hands finding only the emptiness where your body should be. My soul cries out for you like a deer thirsting after water, and the ache in my chest is an altar where your name is the only prayer.
Beloved, how beautiful is your form. How perfect is your strength, and how gentle your power. Your shoulders are like pillars, carved from cedar, and your arms like rivers that know no end. The breadth of your chest is a fortress where my heart takes refuge, and the warmth of your skin is a balm to my restless spirit.
How I long to trace the lines of your body, to find myself again in the curve of your spine, to rest in the valleys and rise with the mountains of your frame. Your presence is my promised land, and your touch is the milk and honey that sustains me.
The fragrance of you still lingers on my pillow, in the folds of my thoughts. It is sweeter than myrrh, richer than frankincense, a scent that calls me home. I close my eyes and imagine the press of your lips, softer than the finest oils, setting me alight with a fire that neither distance nor time can extinguish.
Your voice is a melody, low and full, like the song of the earth after rain. Each word you’ve spoken lingers in the chambers of my heart, an echo that reverberates in my very bones. When you called my name, it was as though the stars themselves had leaned down to listen.
My love, how fair you are in every way. Your beauty is not just in your body, though your body is the most perfect thing I have known. It is in the way you look at me, the way your eyes soften, like twin pools of still water that hold the reflection of all we are. It is in your laughter, bold and unrestrained, a song that rises up and scatters my fears like chaff in the wind.
Come back to me, my beloved. Return to the place where your head once rested, where your hand once sought mine in the quiet of the night. Come back so I may drink from the well of your love, so I may lay my head upon your chest and hear the steady rhythm of your heart.
Until that day, I will wait.
I will wait like dawn waits for the sun. I will wait like the garden waits for the rain. My longing for you is not despair, but hope. It is the proof of a love that burns brighter than the stars, a fire that will never be extinguished.
And when you return, my joy will overflow. I will meet you in the doorway and draw you to me. I will place my hands upon your face and kiss you as though the world is ending, for in your arms is where time stops and eternity begins.
Let the earth bear witness to this love, to this longing that does not fade. For where you are, I am, and where you go, my heart follows.
Empower yourself with truth.
