Two vowels
There’s two that have been inseparable since the beginning
On the stepping stones of the typewriter, they met
Became closer to each other upon the panel of the keyboard
Joining in Holy Matrimony upon touchscreens
Unrelenting to letting evolving generations break them apart
They were meant to be together
Maybe i’m being overly philosophical as I ponder the journey that these two letters speak
But my mind meditates on U
who believed that life was plain
Because ‘Mr. Right’ brothers who tried to pilot the life of U took flight
So U was like Earhart
Traveling solo over a sea of tears the could oust the Atlantic
Only seeing curves derived from flaws
But there was one who saw an amazing aviator
I
I thought U had arms that were like stone pillars in a Roman chapel
Beautifully crafted and strong
U inspired I
Prompted palms to paint precious psalms
Poetry, pen and paper became prom partners
Pleasantly prancing upon pages, prepositions plus pronouns
I made U a priority
A painting in an art gallery
Amongst many murals was U
One that caught the attention of I
Awakening creativity without touching physically
That would be an offense to God’s imagery
When He’s given I an up close view of beauty visibly
What I is trying to say is how could I disrespect the Artist of U’s body
When there is no ring around the test tube that sparked inward chemistry?
I was honored to have U
For I was impatient of waiting
I felt like clocks and calendars were running sprint relays
As characters around I were winning the race towards wedding bells
The neighbors down the block W and E weren’t known individually, but as “We”
While Jay and Kay down stairs acted silly together, but their relationship was no joke
And I was chasing whatever was left
Only to get caught up going in circles
Round and round and round
But then I spun out on U
So I felt like IOU
All that I had
Because when God made U, He gave it all that He had
As I ponder these two keys on the keyboard
I can’t help but to think about you
You are an answer from countless calls to Heaven
Asking the Father for His blessing to take His daughter out
That fact that you are finally here is proof that Heaven is a long travel from Earth
You and I were like blind-folded fellows playing Marco Polo
Hands out, reaching and grabbing anything we could, to find each other
But when we finally put our trust in the still small voice
Our hands found each others
Where they belong
So you see when I see these letters
That sit so solemnly on the keyboard
I grow in certainty to this truth
Darling, you and I belong together
Forever.
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