I don't know how to write about love.
That is, not in the cheesy, schmaltzy way that is so easy to slip into. I've been in love, all the wrong kinds with the wrong people, for some years of my life, and now it is that I find myself in love, and loving, the right person. The person. My lobster. Oh lobster, where have you been all these years?!! For when you find the right one, and by that I do mean just that; the person you've waited for all your life without knowing you were waiting, the person so delightfully wonderful you want to go everywhere with them, all of the time in pure rapture and contentment -- when you find them, well, that's soul-enrichment right down to your bones.
To write love is to invite ridicule, because you cannot write it. It's like God. That clever old 13c Sufi mystic and poet, Rumi knew that you cannot write about God directly, coz, well, God, right? You cannot ever find words to adequately describe that Great Mystery - only allude to it, with lines of poetry that sound nice and pleasant to the average ear but when illuminated by God then - by God, you can see the textures and layers and that they suddenly make sense. Kinda like one of those 3d picture puzzle things where you have to squint your eyes to see a whole other picture behind the one shown. (And I'm not saying my partner is like a God, only that the love and joy and contentment I feel are beyond words.)
If I were a better poet I could write it. I could allude to the joy I feel every time I see his face. I could write of the gratitude of being able to walk with this man for even a short time on this Earth. To be with him, to know him, is a gift. It's a reminder that we all fall in love all over the place, some carefully, some not so, but the process of loving another in joy and gratitude and surrender is a part of the mix too. The falling isn't the end. It's the beginning. It's the reminder that we have been given a huge, priceless gift of a person who wants to walk with us for a time. It's a call to love that person as deeply and mindfully as you can, in friendship and in love. And we don't always get it right, sometimes we snap over small things and forget that the journey and the person is bigger than that. And then we remember the journey, the love, and we continue.
I don't know how long I have this gift of love for. I can only do my best to honour this beautiful man as much as I can, my failings permitting. In the meantime, if you have stumbled across this post, I wish you love.