This page is especially for you. It's not fancy -- there's no music and just one little picture, but it's my homage to you, my muse, the woman I love. It is also a vow of sorts, a promise to you. The poems here were all inspired by you and are for you and you alone. You have touched me in countless ways, and you inspire me in just as many. You have truly shown me the meaning of magic.
This poem, as you probably remember, was written a long time ago, eighteen years before we met, but it was for you, even then, before I knew you. I am more sure of this now than ever.
Inspiration
I press thy fingertips to my lips and speak thus,
silently,
of my love for thee.
My love hath no dimension, for it hath neither boundary
nor limit. It is the universe, and thou art
all its stars.
I place thy hand upon my heart so that thou may
feel it beat,
as it does, for thee.
My love is the love of ages, for it hath neither beginning
nor end. It is time everlasting, and thou art
all its moments.
I rest my head against thy breast and pray to dwell,
eternally,
with thee, my love.
My love is a song of hope, for it knows neither fear
nor despair. It is a chorus of joy, and thou art
all its voices.
I sleep to dream of thee, my love, wishing ne'er to
awaken
to a day without thee.
My love is the light of lights, for it knows neither dark
nor ignorance. It is the soul of the sun, and thou art
all its inspiration.
I love you, Leila -- with all my heart...
and I always will.
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