I Lied ….


I lied in those poems I wrote  before where I said
 I couldn’t love you any more than I did already.
Back then I had no reason to think that my love,  which was already burning intensely, could burn any brighter.
Instead,  I was depending on  the passage of time —
 together with the millions of unexpected events that can come between lovers’  promises and change even the laws of time  —
That might darken a lover’s sacred beauty,  take the edge off  a lover’s keenest intentions, and force the strongest minds to adapt to changing circumstances.
Why didn’t I say back then,  when I was worried about time’s destructive power,
“I love you best in the  now” ?

I was so certain of my feelings  despite the uncertainty of our lives, and I was ready to say my present happiness was complete,  though I had doubts about everything to come.

Love

Love Itself is a childlike thing of wonder:  Cupid, the god of love, is always depicted as a Baby Boy

If Love  itself is a baby,  wouldn’t it have been natural for me to have said

that my love  for you  was fully  grown, though it keeps growing?
 
Is there anything more perfect than a lazy morning with her??? #UnconditionalLove

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