Unicorn

All that lives of legendry,

Beauty, magic, mystery,

Gentleness and purity,

Dwells in me.

I no mate, no kin, have known;

None may claim me as his own;

One is one, and all alone,

It must be.

Through their weariness and woe

Men have sometimes seen me go,

Felt a wind from Eden blow

Suddenly:

Though they hunt with spear and horn,

Knowing life cannot be borne

If they have no unicorn-

I am free.

Though they kill, and weep to see

Beauty's symbol ended be-

One is one and lives in me

To eternity.

Picture the Unicorn: the legendary creature, startling white, legs, so delicately shaped, balancing a body wrought of finest ivory. Picture high on his forehead the magic horn, the sign of his uniqueness: a tower held upright by his alert, yet gentle, timid gait. These ancient creatures of mythic legend could be a metaphor for pure and innocent love, since unicorns know naught of shame, or need, or doubt. If love were a dolphin with wings and a unicorn's horn, being ridden by a blind leprechaun dressed like Rasputin, would you believe in second chances for love?

I knew I was in love with you, in part because it felt like I had butterflies in my stomach. As well as flowers, a few rainbows, and leftover unicorn from the barbeque. The love I felt for you was exceedingly rare, like a unicorn with a rainbow for a horn. You were my Pegasus. I would have liked to stroke your hair, whisper in your ear, and be one with you, one day. But it is important to be realistic with expectations: I would really like to cuddle a unicorn, but it isn't likely to happen. I have already felt the pain of your perfect horn breaking my heart.

You have decided to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots. That decision has left me feeling heavy, like I have weights tied to my ankles. Sometimes, I end up crying over the grief which is the price of love, where the shattering of my heart being broken is the loudest quiet ever, wondering what you do when the one person you want comfort from the most is the one who caused your pain? It is agony to know that however much I wanted you to want me, there was nothing I could do to make it happen. Whatever I did for you, whatever I gave you, whatever I let you take, it was never enough. Never enough to satisfy you. Never enough to stop you walking away. Never enough to make you love me.

Little by little you have stopped loving me, and in time you will forget me. It is understandable: most things are forgotten over time. As a species. we're so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about everyday, too many new things we have to learn.

But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, I will love you forever. I know you, Morgan I know you, and I've accepted it all. Every bit of the crazy. And I love you anyway remember? I am sorry I cannot love you now in the way I want to love you, but I'll take what I was given, and work towards my dream of changing your world. I hope one day a light as impossible as snow set afire flowers and flowers all around you, and you experience a joy to great for your body to understand. My friendship with you is something I can never assign to oblivion, memories I can never rub away. They will remain with me forever, like a touchstone.