You are the stranger I loved the most.
The answer to a forgotten question. 
The lover I never knew. 
The whisper of silence. 
A beauty chained by an invisible cord. 
A oddly cold kiss. 
An angel from a world apart. 
Oil in my water. 
Fire in my forest. 
Light in the shadows and darkness in the day. 
Our lives seem so impossibly and tragically intertwined. As tho the goodness was all pretense for the pain, fertilizer for the heart. 
You pushed my faith, drove me mad and emptied my pride. 
There resides in me a simpler man,  cleansed through the tortures. 
Seeking still the eternal path, grasping for your hands, knowing they burn. 
I was never your simple answer, nothing in me was your easy road. 
We saw in each other fire, something fierce, untamed and free. 
Maybe we are meant to be or perhaps our hearts are too simply shattered. 
As I remember you, I’ll see a hero. 
Someone fearless, horrified and brave. 
Unsettled and unwilling to be the same. 
Ought not we have more in common than divides? 
Yet, divided we stand and together we fell, our lives a constant paradigm of all that ought not to be. 
Whoever you are, your center is bright. 
Your guilt is forgiven, your future, full of light. 
Stand tall and ride forth, for the King of Kings holds your banner.

His love your eternal glory and the rapturous part of your story. 

Love who you are, dive deep into its mystery. 

Our failures fading as a wisp of your history.