I wrote this six years ago today at age nineteen about my first time falling in love. I was incredibly into the poetry of Richard Lovelace at the time.
I think I’ve finally found it
In mine eyes it has rested yet
Two decades spent fumbling around it
These are the early stages of greatness
Of this, dare I say, love
Like me to jinx so quickly out of fear for lateness
Mine Heartache is five years old
but my Loneliness is nearly twenty
Yet they are dying and growing cold
In the early morning I will soon see your face
In the early morning my soul will depart
And one far greater will erect in its place.