Love's Paradox

There is nothing between us, my Love, save for distance that shall be traversed in due course and time whose grey beard betrays his soon departure.

What delight awaits when we winged creatures of affection, caught up in the heated current of rapturous embrace, are reunited again in each other's everlasting arms?

Will we away ourselves on a draft of wind to a nest of love, or is it our fate to fly higher still to the sun's golden beams, only to fall just as swiftly and drown in Neptune's current?

I think nothing of it at all, for what does it matter: heighth or depth, home or vagabond?
I soar at the thought of you alone, I fall through this very earth to hades when you are absent;
I am lost without a dwelling place in the kingdom of your heart, and I am at home in your arms.