Love and I were common enemies.
I found that Love and I were never meant to be.
For hours I'd sit and wonder about what Love meant for me to discover, but always found myself empty handed and my heart more hollow.
Love and I were worlds apart.
I could never hold Love down for long enough to find a meaningful other.
And I was all alone.
But Love came to me one day.
Don't look to far, it came to say
because the one it chose for me was right under my nose you see.
He wandered right into my world with an unsteady smile and a glance and a word.
Love took me right into that gaze,
it left me overwhelmed and amazed.
Underneath that metal armour was a love that was an honour.
Michael arrived with the shiniest star,
one I feared was both near and far.
I waited for this love to come
I longed for this Love.
Love was kind to me once more
It arrived and I opened the door.
364 days later I'm still in awe - the love that Love brought was an Encore!
The final act of salvation from the one I'd lost faith in
The final glimpse of hope I'd partake in
The last chance for irrevocable happiness
The conclusive to my continuous question, When?
The beginning of what I thought would be the end of me.
Love found me hanging by a thread and emancipated me
364 days after kissing Michael for the first time I wrote this after being away from him for just over 4 days. I have never experienced a deeper love. I'm thankful and hopeful and grateful. And I'm in love.
