Do Find Her, Will I?

I wonder.

If and when I do find her.

If and when I do find her

will my

mind's tongue

of rhythm & beauty (of yes she)

cease

to kick up, make loud, make known

to ALL the all that is this existence

how

heavenly

she be?

And bliss in the union

that I long wrote for

like fiction

now (in future tense) fact?

Will Silence take its throne

from where once

I

sketched dreams

of she

like some neon flying whoa machine

yet not seen

but marveled magnificent, yes?

When marvel becomes actual routine

will Quiet be crowned

and thieve this voice

of its chant

"Oh, how I Luh thee!"

For I (some next hour time)

hold the one

for whom

the cherish

was written.

Will I make known

to ALL the all the all

that is this existence

that that blessed beauty

you read

and heard about

is (tear, finally)

here

beside me?

Intertwined

we will be seen.

So what rhythm

what beauty

is there to verse for?

When

that fact Luh

is

already

seen?

But!

Eternity

sees more

than the time being.

If and when I do find her

will I?

Still?

Write?

Oh yes!

(Heed these words of infinity)

For we two

are more than

what you

what existence

what eternity sees.

Now where is she?