Love

Not what is illustrated in 120 minutes.
But the actualization that
Someone other than yourself
Had the patience to mold their
Soul into a mirror you can view your
Most prominent reflection in.

I was fortunate enough
To be raised by love's muse.

The warmth they shared
Could enkindle any flame.

And their timeless love
Dates back to when time began.

He valued life
. .breathed wisdom.

His touch would send chills
Of nostalgia down her spine.

With such an old soul
Every time they'd kiss
Clocks could be heard
Rewinding time.

His embrace took her to
An alternate reality
Where neither the past or future
Were of significance

The strongest I'd ever seen him
Was when she was by his side.

She was his counterpart.

He originally grew to love her eyes.

They were a
Manifestation of her spirit.

Windows
That showed him glimpses of her soul
And of what his soul aspired to become.

Every time he peered into them,
Clouds would give birth to
A tornado, engulfing only them two.

Her skin,
Sensually kissed by the
most radiant of sunsets.

Her anatomy
Desirable, to say the least
Looked as if had been
Shaped by an earthquake.
Yet her walk was fluid
As calming as rain.

Love was defined by
The artistry that was their passion.

I speak not of Adam and Eve.
But of their successors
Father Time and Mother Nature.