A RULE-LORN LOVE

Dear Mr future,

If destiny ever showers upon you the blessings of stumbling upon me,

Do keep this in mind.

You shall not complete me.

I am complete already.

You shall not hold my hand and steer me through the crowd.

You shall stand at the end of the crowd.

And when i come,

You shall say,

' I knew you would make it.'

I won't drink from your straw and you shall not take a bite from my burger.

But we shall cook an elaborate three course meal complete with dessert and music.

And share it with our furry friends,

While grooving and swaying to 'Good Life.'

And, you shall not bombard me with gifts.

But every time you visit,

 Do care to pause in your path and get me a wildflower from the woods.

And when you come,

I won't get all razzle dazzle for you.

But I shall stop my watches and clocks every time you step in front of my porch.

We shall not say 'sorry' to each other.

Because every time we are cross at each other,

We shall run down to the cosmos gardens,

And pollinate the blossoms with our hands.

I shall say,

'Well now that we have united so many lovers, shouldn't we patch up as well?"

And with knitted pollen laden palms,

We shall walk home.

You shall not talk me to sleep.

You shall read to me.

Hawking and Hardy and Austen.

We shall talk of 'the' expanding universe.

'Our' expanding universe.

Yours and mine.

We shall talk of the quantum theory while i derive my quanta of happiness from your solaces in quant.

I shall not send you a hug and kiss 'good morning' text at dawn.

We shall cycle down to the meadows,

Perch ourselves on a willowy woody.

And narrate to each other,

The dreams that kept us up the night before.

You shall not console me tearful or rebuke me foolish.

You shall smile and look into my eyes and say,

'Is that you?'

'Is that really you in there?'

'Can the badass show herself up please?'

My love for you shall not be unconditional.

It shall be like Schrodinger's equation.

A wave function.

Existent.

Paradoxical.

Immeasurable.

And i shall never say 'I love you.'

Because the four lettered Germanic word might not be able to withstand the humongousness and subtlety of the otherworldly amalgam of emotions that i shall face for you.

And Mr future,

If,

By chance,

You do wish to leave,

Please remember,

The door has been ajar since you came in.

In by my permission.

Out by your pleasure.

And when you go,

I shall bid you a sweet farewell.

Because,

LOVE INCOMPLETE IS LOVE DIVINE.