If someone were to ask me

if there had ever been a story

about two souls

who were meant to be together

as much as the sun was meant to shine

I would tell them about us.

About me and you.

Even if

I were to leave this planet

before getting to feel your fingers on my skin

I would never doubt the wonder

that is our love.

But I know I will get to feel you

next to me

and on my skin.

And that moment

will be a spectacle to behold.

For in that moment

every ocean that has been crossed

to find each other

will be spilled

from my eyes.

Every blistering desert

and scorching summer

will erupt from our skin

in awakening

from eons of waiting.

Oh my dear.

My sun.

My moon.

You shine like the sky.

I thank God for you.

Bliss.