This is not a love affair, brief and fading like the vivid blooms of Summer; withering on the vine after the intense heat has passed behind the clouds.
No, this is something sacred, timeless and deeply grounded. Like the spiraling roots of an ancient tree holding fast to the Earth below; ever-branching and ever-hopeful, reaching towards promises blazing on the horizon beyond.
This love is not skin deep, tracing only the lines of the face and body with worship and admiration.
No, this is something etched upon the soul and engraved upon the very marrow of bones; prayers of devotion offered endlessly to this sacred temple of the spirit in the name of love. Eternally it flows wordlessly through blood and vein, ever-present and ever-steady, beating with each drumbeat of the heart.
This is not a fabled myth told in hushed whispers behind jeweled masks; a fairy story told to the young as they lie in the arms of slumber.
No, this is a tale of love, great and legendary; written in the heavens and spelled out in starlight, eternally beaming in the sky. A shining beacon of guiding light; a compass in the darkest of nights, ever-radiant and ever-shimmering in the great beyond.