“I want to catapult you into infinity,” said the boy. “I want for you to soar in the oceans with the dolphins. I want you to glide in the sky with the birds. I want you to experience freedom and passion, and I want you to remember my words.” “Share with me your sweetness, share with me your rhyme, share with me a piece of your mindfulness, and share with me your time.” The girl went on and on about what she wanted from him. “You give me your heart, I want your soul. You give me your caring, please give me your whole– existence.” The boy had this to say to his idol: “To me there is no greater pleasure–I want for you to know– than to love you like I love no other, to love you soft and sweet, to love you alone, not another, will make me this: complete.” The girl replied, with a look in her eye, the girl replied, and was not shy. “My heart is yours if you promise me this: wipe my tears when I have not the courage, hold me in your arms when I feel alone, bathe me in your kisses, cover me in your sweet words, caress me with your loving touch, and allow my heart to be as free as the birds.” The boy humbled himself with this solemn vow: “My dearest woman, if I must die to myself to live for you, then this is what I must do. If I must kneel down to kiss your feet, then this is the action that will make my life sweet. If I have to search through an endless night, then with shadow and light I will put up a fight. To the ends of the earth, to the farthest reaches, from the moment of our birth, to cosmic beaches–-I will go. If this is what will keep the fire in your heart aglow, if with this a smile on your face I could bestow, then I will make it so, with no need for any quid pro quo.” The girl smiled and kissed the boy. For this boy, there was no greater joy.
~John Shepherd III
