Dearest Love...

Dear Love,

Thank you...

Thank you for loving me. I remember when we first met. When we fell for one another. I was a tender 4yr old and my first love was 7. He swept me off my feet in the middle of a Spiderman cartoon on a Saturday morning...I was smitten for years. Young love...literally.

What I love about you Love...is that even when others have tried to use what they think they know of you against me... (because they didn't REALLY know you) ...you never left me. You never let anyone make me feel like you'd abandoned me. With your strong embrace and tender whispers...I held fast for you...as I always will.

I realize now...that I saw you in every lover...because you were my own reflection. Every ounce of faith, hope, trust, patience, desire...that I felt for them...was my own self. You came into me from my conception and swirled up from the depths of me to become the smile I'm wearing right now. Free from the manacles of illusionary love, cloaked in lust, lies and fairy tales...I see so clearly how it was always you there for me when all else failed.

Love, my love...I am so utterly over the moon happy with what you've placed inside of me. It is something that no man, woman or even ME can take away. You are more than romance and courtship. More than first kisses and butterflies. More than weddings and honeymoons. You are the forgiveness for failed relationships. You are the gentle remnants of affection for "love lost". You are the spark of light threatening to be a supernova deep within those who love themselves and I...love me some me.

I also know...that one day, you'll place someone in front of me who reflects what I embody. You'll bring about a crashing wave of all that I imagined and more. Not in the fairy tale sense...but in the "oh snap this is REAL" sense. So, thank you, Love.

I love you.

~Da Kween~