To the One

To the man yet to be named and be seen, to be looked at in awe with my hazel eyes, and to be the joy of my waking moments

The one yet to be my inspiration for words, the reason for my smile and laughter, and the cause of my tears

To the man yet to be embraced by my complexity, insatiability, and spontaneity

The one I have yet to kiss with pure passion, touch with endless desire, and please boundlessly and infinitely

To the man who would dominate me in every way possible and to whom I would surrender my stubborn chin and stiff back to

The one who would be my strength and weakness, whose hands would fit mine and won’t let go

To the man who would shield me from the rain and who would face and ride the waves with me

The one whose heart would beat my name and shudder with it in rapture

To the man who would mean the universe to me

The one who would love me with the same intensity, perhaps even more

To the only man who would try to defy fate for me, yet unknowingly destined to be with me

I whisper with the sweetest tremble of my heart, “I love you already.”