A Bridge to Forever

This love is silent. No words, complaints or promises are shared No holding of hands, fingers entwined in passion or comfort No delving deep into the abyss of the others eyes. This love is eloquent. No exchange of forever or till death do us part, No hope of creating a new world of memories. No coming back to the nest in the dying light of the dusk. This love is blessed. No jealous gestures, no obsession to possess No apprehension of loss, no pain of waning. No desperate need to be the other’s cause of happiness. This love is a bridge. Two people, years, oceans and visions apart, Connected by an invisible, gossamer thread of emotions No hope of always, no bliss of togetherness, But enough pain to last them a lifetime, Enough love to build a bridge to forever.