To: The-Girl-I've-Not-Yet-Met

Dear Girl-I've-Not-Yet-Met,

I have written you a lot of poetry over the years and

when I get the chance to give them to you,

let them spill from the tips

of my fingers and lips anew, I

will make my message clear.

"I do."

I'll leave you a bouquet and a box,wrapped and bowed

a gift of my thoughts

and hopes

and dreams

of you

It will be...

as bright as your smile

as large as your heart

as beautiful as the subtle tones of the flecks of your eyes are to me

and...

Oh! 

It will speak.

It will tell tales too numerous to recite

too personal to say aloud

too powerful to be but whispered.

It will

tell the tale of BoyandManandIdealistandLoverandGentleman,

feed you dinner for the soul,

draw you a map of my heart

and give you GPS coordinates to the place I've been keeping warm for you there...

at the corner of Ventricle and Atrium...

2 blocks East of your favorite place to lay your head.

It will

paint murals of you,

construct frescoes and build edifices in your honor,

depict my dreams of you in bas relief,

placing them next to the most reflective mirror 

because those things pale, always,

in comparison to the truth of you.

It will assuage all worries,

allay all fears.

And you'll know that

no matter what break-up or disappointment,

what ill-fated surprise,

what good fight lost when fighting the good fight just wasn't good enough...

what time spent without knowing even your name

despite it all

my heart has stayed true

always

and forever

to one person

to you