5: 82: My True Love Is Inside

Excerpt 82 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
  -from 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'

My True Love is already inside me, I need nothing more...
So filled up am I with him that I am overflowing with love...
So full of truth is his heart that it fills me with truth and knowing...
And so full of light is his aura that I radiate him in my own...
When I write of him, I am telling his story; my story is his...
Our story is written together and is intertwined like the cross
  threads of a woven tapestry...
When I hear my thoughts it is in the form of his voice...
I fear not the silence that surrounds me in his physical absence...
I see him and feel him in everyperson who touches my life...
In my creativity I am channelling him as the creation; the story...
He is like the components of biochemicals inside a seed that
  wait for the moment of germination to combine...
In every moment I die a little inside, he comes to life...
When my soul melts into liquid in defeat it will penetrate the
  hull of the seed of my heart to initiate his creation;
  I will become him...
I seek to give my life for him to live...
I surrender all my desires for my own glory...
I seek to give him the glory and to carry it...
My heart will be turned inside out and become his heart...
He was never outside like I always believed; things that matter
  aren't...
Truth lives inside us and our origins beckon to lead us there...
By retracing my steps in this fashion I am led back to my own
  origin; my visions of My True Love lead the way...
He was created when I was; and it is only an illusion that we
  are apart...
He is everything I tried to be but could not be and represents
  and embodies my unfulfilled desires and potential...
I realize it is unnecessary to desire him in flesh; for he is only
  incarnate in spirit in this uncreated state which my heart
  keeps incubated and ready to come alive in time...
I know he will come alive; because I know that passage of
  time is a constant...
A tiny string tugs at my heart and My True Love pulls it...
He holds it even unknowing of it; his unknowing is the
  pain of the tug...
Yet that same string will pull him back to me...
It is too strong to be severed...