Twin Peas

Before I met you, I had a perpetually broken heart. It was broken even at the thought of loving again. I soon realized that rescuing the human heart is one of the hardest things to do. For years, I wandered the earth, the streets, in silence and angst, my soul and spirit, pierced through and through. Immersed in memories, in hurt and trial, of a remedy, of a cure to this heart afflicting malady, I hadn't a clue. I was born to suffer. My fate resigned and my destiny nearly sealed. I would not complain nor expect anything else. How could I expect anything else? Alas, it was so far from true. How could it be that from the first day I saw you, I knew there was a deeper truth. A truth of unbounded, uncontested charity. Of unifying clarity, suddenly making entire sense of chivalry. How have you triumphed over a broken heart, I haven't either a clue. All I know is that you have captured it now, through and through. My eternal twin. Do I deserve anything more? How could I ever have been so foolish to close my eyes, to close my heart on love? Yes, rescuing the heart is the hardest mission in the world. But for me, of you, it's true. Utterly and delightfully true. All I know is that you have saved me. In every way. How did you? You are my celestial twin. And I know that I love you. With all my heart and all my soul. On paper, in pen, there is no limit to our love. Our adventures are endless, limitless and eternal as our phileo. I thank God every day for a friend like you.