Beloved Raven

Beloved Raven, curled in obsidian night,
how might I describe mine heart's delight?
In Creationism, God buried a single diamond
and concealed its luster beneath sands of a thousand,
where solitude's dismay blemished memories untold
as Fool's eyes remain blind betwixt ignorance's fold.
Alas, having searched years in hopeless dream,
scarred fingertips unearthed a resplendent gleam;
there you stood, clad in loose shadows, lips sealed,
though silence louder than words all revealed.
At first sight, strangers lingered by fate's reckoning.
At first touch, strangers remembered demons softening.
Here, now, two souls entwine in heavenly devotion,
like seraphic vines surfacing this dark world-ocean.
How far might we fly before barricades rise?
If the wind is unforgiving, shall we unravel our ties?
Allow such fears to pass, of loneliness, of loss,
as it was not coincidence that led our paths to cross,
but divine compassion and answers from prayer.
Two bright pearls in one oyster is remarkably rare.
Should tempests churn bitterly with sadness severe,
rest assured arms shall hold and amity wipe your tear.
Should your wings feel weak and time flows slow,
may these hands lift your soul and tranquility bestow,
while, fastening curtains, shall I guard your sleep through.
What blessed happiness it is being near you.
Beloved Raven, if stars shatter and universes collide,
in heart's delight shall Lenore perch forevermore by your side.