To my lover, beyond feeling. -Hlulani Mathebula
My heart never skipped a beat with you. It just found its rhythm. It's as if I was waltzing around life with the wrong music, and you came in, perfectly timing my steps, making sure that I never missed a beat, as if you were made for me. Songs have played through my life, but each one had a 2/4 rhythm that I couldn't keep up with. Or a 4/4 beat that was a bit to slow. You, my lover, are my 3/4. Not quite complete, but enough to allow me to dance while you breathe, and find peace while your notes soothe the pain that has plauged my ever-moving feet. What I ask of you, dear lover, is for you to play your song indefinitely as I find my footing. Know that I will keep dancing as you add notes to your existence. Let us choreograph a dance that is flawed, falters a few times, but never loses momentum. Keep going with me, sweet lover, and shall I promise you this; our children and those after will attempt to imitate our love, but none will find the half that caresses the soul as you do mine.
