I’ve loved you since before the hands of time found their way to the light of day.
I met you once….on a desert vast were the earth was hard and made of clay.
I’ve loved you since I was a small child with shy eyes and a silly grin never knowing just where to begin.
I’ve seen your soul on the palm of my hand where the lines cross but never meet.
I’ve loved you since the age of sages and Sanskrit.
You with your bows and pretty laces.
Our eyes met on a fleeting train, in the rain in Spain or was it Paris I forget but I never forgot.
I’ve held you in my soul waiting for the lines on my hands to meet.
I’ve loved you for all of my days.