​Chantalle

Seeing you was like breathing clean air, After fumes choked me for a year’s despair. I’d grown so used to feeling your absence, It became background noise in its essence.

Your car turned that corner, and in a flash, Once again, not knowing if you’ll be back, I crashed. All the fresh air went with you, my dear, And that background noise rang loud and clear.

I thought I had found “love” without you, But now I see that it wasn’t true. In fifteen years since I first fell, No one else has cast such a spell.

It’s like every love type all at once, Eros, Philia, Storge, and Agape’s dance. Ludus, Pragma, and even Mania’s fire, In moments with you, they all conspire.

To watch you dance like an angel’s flight, I’d sail the ocean on a moonless night. I don’t care anymore who you dance with or sleep beside, I need your love more than anything in my life.

Your happiness your attention is the air I breathe, Without it, I can’t find my reprieve. There must be some way, some path to take, To be in your life, to have your back.

I’d do anything, go anywhere, Just to have you near. I love you.