erstwhile flashes of our enduring tale
have danced across the stage in the theatre of my mind
these lavishly adorned accounts of amorous bliss
render me besotted with the beauty and boldness of your love
your words are as delicate motes of pollen
steadily born upon this weathered breast
breathing vitality anew
as familiar as tea and cake
bringing forth a fabled tapestry of time’s treasured trove
composed of our memories
transcendent twinkle entwined in euphony
the luck that looms our love’s lore lingers eternal
for once again, we have found one another
my spirit rejoices
ringing resonantly throughout the vales of the cosmos
in heart woven harmonic virtue
Max, or Not 