You touched my hand

in the pouring rain

and I felt such need for you,

overwhelming me.

We had only met

two glorious days ago

but I knew in my heart

we would be together

for the rest of our lives.

You put your arm

around me as

you protected me

from life

and we entwined

as one person

understanding that

the other

must be an individual

and yet

would be and do

what was best

for us both.

The sexuality was hot

and passionate

but there was more

than that -

we cared for each other

and wanted the other

to thrive and keep

their uniqueness, and

develop their talents,

achieving their wants

and ambitions.

And now, my heart breaks

and I cry, alone,

when you aren’t looking,

as I see your illness

take big chunks of you,

swallowing your strength

and robbing me of you,

little by little.

But still, I feel the same

as in the beginning,

as we remain,

loving one another,

just you and I,

the two of us.

You and I

I never knew when it started

No. When I started.

When I started thinking about you and I together in one sentence, in one verse, in one thought.

You were just someone dear to that someone who is a dear to me.

It was your name that has always been present from that someone's lips.

And I?

I am nothing.

I am just the one listening to stories about you.

I knew from the very start

You are special.

Not to me yet but to them.

To them who are special to me.

Perhaps that's the reason why

You seem special to me too.

You've been planted inside my mind and my heart without my permission because of the deeds you did for them.

You and I were never meant to meet.

But then, I made my move

To be close to you, to know you.

It was then, just a curiosity.

Yes I want to know you personally to calculate you, to know how accurate they were in describing you.

Time passed

Another year came

Then you are part of my work too.

I'm not supposed to know you yet

But you were there and I?

I was not able to control my self and approached you.

It was the start of the on going story of us

The start of the exciting, unpredictable, ups and downs, mood swinging story of you and I.

your lips take my earlobe prisoner

warm breath on the nape of my neck

fingertips trace patterns on blushing flesh

before closing the distance

between the blooming valley

and home

honey whisky gets lost in cerulean depths

your forehead takes rest on mine

and your lips part

giving way to a

longing whisper

"just one more minute"

I want

To wish

There's something

There

More than

Just one

Weekend

Shared

Under the cover

Of the stars

More than

Anything

I want

To wish

That's not it

Because

I can

Remember everything

Everything

From your

Gentle touch

To the taste

Of your

Toothpaste

On your tongue

I want you

To tell me

That

My wish

Isn't hopeless

Tell me

That you

Want to wish

There's something

Here

Because

More than

Anything

That's all

I want

The two

Of us

You and I