A Union

Whenever I attempt to put into writing

what a world with you in it has come to be,

a whole slew of words come charging at me.

Wrestling amongst themselves,

they struggle to best each other

in encapsulating the breadth and width

of the wonder that is you, the mystery that is us.

Chaos ensues even before I set my pen upon paper,

and scribble these thoughts as quickly as they come.

But even when I have set ink against the smooth white surface

of my trusty notepad, I hesitate and reconsider,

hastily blotting out what had previously been set

and at the end of the day, have a huge blob of ink sitting

where a bit of prose may have been found.

 

Forgive me then if I dabble in my books and imaginary castles

for words are all I have in this perpetually shifting world

to capture the precise moment

we chose to embark upon this adventure.

For if I cannot set it into words, what then?

Many have gone before us

and attest to the harsh, brackish waters to come

yet also hold testament to the majestic beauty of places

unsullied by previous encounters.

 

My heart tingles with trepidation

(in part because of the uncertainty

that lies ahead, but mostly because

it is fortified by the confidence of your warmth),

as we forge ahead, hand in hand,

foolhardy half-wits possibly doomed to impending folly

yet utterly satiated.