Central Park.

 

You came along when skies were dark,
just like a song, you left your mark.
Upon my heart, I felt a spark.
Our energy was off the charts,
hit a homerun, out of the ballpark.
An unexpected restart, our chemistry
encapsulated me, like the finest art.
I was a whale, and you my shark,
these butterflies, you left me, are all monarch.
And I refuse to disembark, from the stark
difference between you and other guys.
No other lover has been quite as adept,
at leaving me feeling windswept.
Caught off guard, although I like it,
this kind of love at first sight, it's
disarming, although it feels effortless.
a brand new reference, that's incredulous.
And now I'm here, and you're so far,
but I can still feel your touch upon my
brand new skin.
You've become the one I want,
oh how, I crave your gaze, that's
enchanted me, and made it's mark,
whether you're right next to me,
or as far away as Central Park.
Never before has someone been more
intriguing, or befitting of my all-encompassing adoration.
Simply put, you should know that
I would wait a thousand years and a day,
for a recreation of those few moments
we shared of sheer unadulterated bliss.
You fit me like a glove, left me yearning
for a love that's just slightly out of touch.
In another lifetime or alternate reality,
I know without a doubt that we are
holding hands just like we should be.
And yet, until we meet again, I'll hold
a candle to our flame that brightly burns,
and leaves me feeling whole, just for having known my same is out there somewhere, breathing life, love, light, luck into fading spaces.