The Light

“I never knew a luh, luh-luh, a love like this,

Gotta be something for me to write this,

Queen, I ain’t seen you in a minute…”

…many minutes Mademoiselle, and admittedly, I’ve thought of you, or rather us, excuse me in we, I mean be but, how came the, since see…what it is you do to me?

<<Deep breath J, you can do this>> Let me try this again:

Excuse me Mademoiselle, but admittedly, and in the many minutes since, I’ve thought of you, I mean us, or rather how we came to be.  Do you see what it is me…my…I…am trying to say love?

Let me slow down as my words are coming out jumbled and for the moment, or at least today, let me put away the lyrical wordplay and just say:

Premature as this may be, you’ve touched my heart in a way no one else has over the course of the weeks gone by.  I’ve watched my pessimism round the corner to optimism and I write this hopeful, that whatever or whomever, whether fate or the Father, brought us to be, grew you and I to us organically during this season, saw fit that a lifetime was the reason our paths came to converge. 

I may not always say and/or do the right thing(s), and by no means is this a preemptive ‘pology; what this is, is my attempt to express in the purest form I know how, exactly what it is you mean to me.

“I think you’re dope”.

As you blow out your candle(s) on this your birthday may your wish(es) come true and may you see many, many more…

Joyeux Anniversaire Mademoiselle Desruisseaux! 

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