Lost

I am Lost

in the Epic Poem of Finding You.

Of Loving You.

I am Lost in the Epic Poem of Love.

Of the Realization of it,

of my Fear of it,

of my Hope for it.

We are not a Coincidence.

I don't believe in Coincidences.

I believe in a God who Loves His people

And who has placed Us Together

Like the stars He placed three thousand years ago.

I am Lost

in the Possibility that You are The One,

in my Hopes of the Probability.

For in my Dreams and Hopes for my Future

I Find You.

During the Darkness of Night,

in unaccompanied state,

I Find myself wanting to be by Your side.

In no ways Unmorally. No.

By Your side

asleep in Your arms

Terrorizing the Parentage

though we are of Good Ethics.

This Physical Desire of Closeness is Wrong

in my Christened mind.

But it is There and now You Know It.

I am Lost

in a jungle of Emotions

that are

Right.

And Wrong.

Love so Young some people don't believe in it.

Love so Strong I am frightened by it.

Fear that I am Wrong

and This is not Love

Overwhelms my senses.

Fear that it is and I have no told You

Dominates my thoughts.

And Of Course

Fear that You do not Feel Similarly

and I am a Fool.

I am Lost

in Song of Songs,

that great Book of Love

in my Book of Belief.

The striking images of Love

so clearly outlined in its verses.

Images I Hope to recreate with You,

my Wild God-given Prince.

And the Great quote from Song of Solomon

'I have found the one whom my soul loves.'

Endlessly

I Wonder if for me

that is You.

If I have been Gifted,

this early,

with the Greek-named Soul Mate.

Called such for the Divided Bodies

the gods Cracked Open

for Fear of their Power with four arms and legs.

I am Lost

In the fact that we are Opposites

and yet Parallels.

Both Lunatics,

but You like orange juice and not oranges.

I like oranges, but not orange juice.

Words flow to me and out of me Effortlessly.

You are Constantly at War with them.

Especially Poetry.

How Ironic that I am describing You

in a Poem.

I am Lost,

Completely Lost,

on the Path of You.

My Steps on this Path are Untraceable,

even if I had left a hundred breadcrumbs.

No Boy

no Man

could ever replace

what You have done to my Heart

My Soul

or my Mind.

I am Lost.

Thoroughly and Totally

Lost.