Fated Love
I saw the end, even before it began. That is the heavy burden I bear. What some call a Gift, to those of us who suffer it, is truly a curse - and so it was with our love. And yet, I knew, even knowing the end, that the time I would share with you would be with me to the end of my days.
Why did I begin, then, if I knew our love was doomed? Ah . that was the reason - love. A moment with you was all I could have, and I clasped it with all my heart. Every second was precious to me. Every moment that we spent together - every glance - every sigh - every tender kiss - was a lifetime of joy.
That spring morning, when first we met. Your smile, your soft "Hello", your gentle eyes. My heart was destined to follow wherever yours would lead, and I followed willingly. You took my hand and called me your sweet dove. You stroked my hair and made my heart melt beneath your touch.
That evening in the rain - our first kiss. Soft. Hesitant. Perfect. There was magic between us - the kind that needed neither wands, nor potions, nor spells.
That summer afternoon, as we lay by the cool lake. It lasted for an eternity, but was gone in the blink of an eye. You held me in your arms, and kissed my lips. My first knowledge of passion, and my last. Making love under a perfect sky, the breeze bringing the scent of the earth and the trees to my heightened senses. How quickly that sky turned dark . . .
You could never understand - I knew that. There was no magic in your blood. No hope of ever seeing beyond the here and now. I told you under that cloudless sky, about my life, my Sight, my Gift. I told you what I knew of the future - of us. That would be the day you would leave, I knew, and it happened exactly the way I had foreseen it. Would it have been different if I had never told? No. The future is not mine to control - just to watch helplessly as the fated events come to pass. As they did with you.
Destiny had brought us together for a few short, wonderful weeks. Our paths converged as we walked together, briefly, hand in hand, then separated once again.
I no longer see your path. It is for the best - the pain would be too much to bear.
My eyes look only to the veiled mysteries of the future, now. Not the past. Except for you. When my inner eye is clouded and my mind needs peace, I reach out to you. I find you in the past, and you bring me joy now as you did then. In memories of you, I find my strength and my vision.
Fair fortune be yours, my one true love.
I saw the end, even before it began. That is the heavy burden I bear. What some call a Gift, to those of us who suffer it, is truly a curse - and so it was with our love. And yet, I knew, even knowing the end, that the time I would share with you would be with me to the end of my days.
Why did I begin, then, if I knew our love was doomed? Ah . that was the reason - love. A moment with you was all I could have, and I clasped it with all my heart. Every second was precious to me. Every moment that we spent together - every glance - every sigh - every tender kiss - was a lifetime of joy.
That spring morning, when first we met. Your smile, your soft "Hello", your gentle eyes. My heart was destined to follow wherever yours would lead, and I followed willingly. You took my hand and called me your sweet dove. You stroked my hair and made my heart melt beneath your touch.
That evening in the rain - our first kiss. Soft. Hesitant. Perfect. There was magic between us - the kind that needed neither wands, nor potions, nor spells.
That summer afternoon, as we lay by the cool lake. It lasted for an eternity, but was gone in the blink of an eye. You held me in your arms, and kissed my lips. My first knowledge of passion, and my last. Making love under a perfect sky, the breeze bringing the scent of the earth and the trees to my heightened senses. How quickly that sky turned dark . . .
You could never understand - I knew that. There was no magic in your blood. No hope of ever seeing beyond the here and now. I told you under that cloudless sky, about my life, my Sight, my Gift. I told you what I knew of the future - of us. That would be the day you would leave, I knew, and it happened exactly the way I had foreseen it. Would it have been different if I had never told? No. The future is not mine to control - just to watch helplessly as the fated events come to pass. As they did with you.
Destiny had brought us together for a few short, wonderful weeks. Our paths converged as we walked together, briefly, hand in hand, then separated once again.
I no longer see your path. It is for the best - the pain would be too much to bear.
My eyes look only to the veiled mysteries of the future, now. Not the past. Except for you. When my inner eye is clouded and my mind needs peace, I reach out to you. I find you in the past, and you bring me joy now as you did then. In memories of you, I find my strength and my vision.
Fair fortune be yours, my one true love.
