The Offer

I think about you a lot, you know…
I am looking at you today from here —
at the same place I have always been.
It’s made my heart race as you danced,
arriving at me.

You shine in your own light…
At first, I see you glow in yellow —
and then red, pink, green, and purple.
But when my eyes finally meet you,
I hold you, whole, in your white.

In only the blink of an eye,
you appear right behind that building,
and I lose sight of your figure —
but still, in your reflection,
reflected is the beauty you gave to this world.

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Love, you pass me by with a question:
“How can you fall out of love with your own loving life?”
Your love to me has always meant greatness.
And in that, I answered the call to this great life:
To live in the beauty I chose to be,
as you chose me for the love in me.

There is always time,
but there is no time to waste.
This experience on Earth is not even a glimpse
of a blink in the eye of the universe.
If you wake up today
and still find joy within you,
go take a walk on this Earth one more time,
watch one more sunrise,
feel one more sunset,
hug the ones you love one more time,
and be grateful for one more day
to know that being here on this Earth is a gift —
a gift you chose, offered to your own life.

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Love, I am here to find the answer to my own question:
“How can I fall out of love with my own loving life?”
My love to me has always meant for greatness.
And in that, I answered the call to this great life:
To live in the beauty I chose to be,
as I chose me for the love in me.

And I’ll find you again in this life,
and I’ll share the greatest life I’ve lived,
and I’ll feel the joy of living with you,
with all the beauty I’ve received.

And to talk to you with my voice,
to touch you with my body,
to breathe you in with my nose,
to look at you with my eyes,
to listen to you with my ears,
to kiss you with my lips,
to hug you with my arms,
to hold you with my hands,
and to feel your heart with my heart.

While I can …
oh, I forever can …

To dance through life on this Earth
together with you — one more time.

While I’ll be your May,
will you be my June?