And tomorrow came.
For some, it is a fortunate occurrence,
For they never are complacent in expectations.
For others, it is a welcomed friend
Trusting its ever lasting place in their heart.
Neither is the smarter,
For we except that both have arrived at the land of opportunity,
The day.
Time is irrelevant,
For what have we created in our own lives but love,
Love magnificent, love divine, love eternal;
Until our heart is filled so much with love
That our mortal conscience cannot comprehend
That it may exist all at once.
So we pick, and we choose,
And open ourselves to the manifestation of the physical:
When love creates it.
What does it matter that the rooster crows?
What does anything matter except that love that sits before you?
So I love thee passionately!
Sitting here is my only purpose, my single muse,
So that I may know myself through you alone.
Be no words necessary for I feel it too.
All melts away, and we are left to our own pleasures for eternity.
Our love exists.
Yet, also existing is a different love.
For as much as I love thee also exists my love in others,
So that I might know myself through them in another way.
And to my ultimate regret,
I have not been able to make all these loves happen at once.
I need to experience myself in different ways,
And for that reason I have submitted to time,
The organizer of my love,
Making it very relevant.
For some, time is allowed to choose their love,
For they cannot pick which love is the highest.
For others, they create when love will manifest,
Longing for whatever muse feels the best.
Neither is the smarter,
And the wisest of our race have known both,
Putting trust that love is always there,
And the highest is right now.