Poetic Passion

Before I met you I was a charged electron
pulsing with a strong magnetic field
searching for my positron,
that positive energy
that would bring me peace.

When you were that first time
within the field of vision, of sound,
I was drawn to you,
and needed you so bad.

My heart poured forth in electricity,
erupting in pulsing quivering excitement
like the honeymoon's ocean's waves later in Point Lobos, Carmel by the Sea.

I flowed forth that electron charge,
passion, love, compassion, warmth, energy.
It flowed deeper than I could imagine,
overwhelming my senses and emotions.

I danced on the waves without sinking.
That ocean has always been where I was meant to be.
And you were a part of it, connected to me.

The poem I read to you when we met,
was the poem of passionate love so intense
that it was all consuming.
That poem, read when we met,
was the seal that formed my bond of eternal love,
knowing you were the one I had written it for,
before we had met that day,
fate borne by God that I was to be prepared
as I had prayed for, answered,
so that I would not have to suffer the emptiness
of being without such a passionate love.

To Nikki, my wife,
we are there, in those stars,
our names, side by side,
connected by huge distant diamonds of light
like Cassiopeia.