‘Twas upon a moonlit night in July,
That I saw thee long ago,
Thy silvery aura caught mine eyes,
With an enchanting full-orbed glow.
The flowing light from the fragrant beams,
(Though no wafting wind dared carry it,)
Scented the heavens,
And perfumed my dreams,
(Whilst every star failed to catch it.)
Silent siren songs,
Awakening me from my slumber,
Thy soul sung to me,
A smiling tune alike no other.
A pair of perfect lovers is what we are,
And silver and golden lights dance for me,
As I stand here to admire thee from afar.
Each to our respective titles we remain true,
And as the years pass,
Though the brilliance doth not fade,
I still love you.
I wrote this when I was 14 years old, before any real relationship experiences. I've always been a hopeless romantic and often daydreamed of someone who I would call my "Perfect Love." I wanted an honest relationship based upon respect, loyalty, and trust; a relationship free of jealousy and shame. Everyone told me that my expectations were too high and that things like that don't exist outside of fairytales. Years later, I have found my "Perfect Love."
Patrick Hanlon V, I wrote this before I met you, but you are the one I dreamed of all this time. This poem is dedicated to you, it always has been.