“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” ~ Rumi

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Thousands of moons ago, adorned with flowers and coconuts, our spirits collided in a most delicious way.

I was a child in the art of love—fearful, guarded, sassy.

You were all grown up, seeking to draw out the woman in me.

I left you so many times without your knowing. I would flee into fear during the night and return by morning, renewed in courage.

My mental bags were always packed. This was our private joke.

Thousands of sunrises ago, we made the promise to align our paths and share this journey of love…the mermaid and the sailor.

Our love manifested two precious souls, completing our little family.

I’ve loved you for nearly half my life, even when I’ve hated you.

You’ve shown me eternal love and patience, even when you’ve hated me.

Respect has never waned, never deliberately cutting each other’s hearts, taking pieces away.

We leave each other whole, honouring what is sacred within us.

Our passions have brought us together and torn us apart.

You’ve honoured my need to swim away and explore the depths of my spirit, even when you feared I wouldn’t return.

You had faith I would return—renewed, whole.

You’ve cherished me, tended to my wounds, encouraged my awakening.

I am reminded of the words of Rumi…

“Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.”

You fan my flames. For this, I will always be thankful.

Your strength and steady patience is my aspiration.

Your integrity is limitless. Your beauty awe-inspiring.

What seeds I must have planted to enjoy the splendour of your love.

I dedicate myself to always be worthy.

In ignorance, we’ve abandoned each other in moments of need.

Tantrums (always mine), anger, isolation, icy rivers separating us.

We’ve endured, prevailed, grown stronger.

Every day, I choose you. Every day, I love you more and more.

Every day, I aspire to love you with all the love that exists in the universe.

Many days, I fail you. Some days, we fail each other.

Life often gets in the way of our great love. We forget how rare and precious it is.

We choose distraction and worry, gratitude nowhere to be found.

But we always find our way back to each other.

Our commitment to this love is made again and again.

That’s the secret to everlasting joy.

To wake up and decide each morning to show up, be fully present, and bask in the glory of love.

Our divinity will carry us into our next lives together, forever and ever.