It is the late December in my life
and yet I feel as if you are my shadow.
When you seduce my mind
you have seduced my body.
So when I think of you
I think of the completed me.
When I think of finding my soul mate
you are the forever and ever
and so I long to meet my twin,
my equal and my destined lover.
It is December and the snow has fallen
and yet I feel as if resurrection is near.
When you fill my mind and heart
you become the promise to be given.
So when I call out to you the unnamed
I sense body, soul and spirit coming together.
But I am not your Rose until the Spring
when you become the created for me to know
and our dance has not yet formed its steps;
yet every step is meant to form a path for two.
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