Where are We Headed? Where are We Now? Where Will We Be?

In the midst of my thoughts I'm thinking: who am i writing for?
am I writing for a future or a certain past
but im past that 
I'm in the midst of something that will last
I've gassed that,
that idea that wanted something fast and it has lasted just as long as it could
or it possibly as long as it would
its never been about me its been about you, 
the two

the creation that one can do, bouncing the idea of another, 
that will reflect as reflections do
but what will this reflection be a certain kind of make?
will it be a better part of me in the daybreak
or will love be struck so heavily that the ground itself will quake
these questions i can take
I can shake and relate
because if i couldn't take the break in the usual take of my soul upon any given day it will make me cease to lay stake upon my heart
my heart
that thing that is figurative yet real and you have taken a great deal aprart
the art
of makin' love through words
the idea is absurd but its happened so often that my heart might be mentioned for a 3rd
time
and its not easy to rhyme when forcing it, but this memory and mention is coursing through my veins its appropriate
everything i do is now in your favor
to savor the flavor of what i have yet to taste would be to waste the digestion of such a beauty that i have yet to take into my spirit that i would say you're long overdue: LATE
but you're right on-time
its the thing that exudes from my mind, the words i cannot find, I've fought through fields but on the front line was you
and you waited for me, debated for me and been jaded for me, you're elated for me, how could i escape such a feeling that was slated just for... me
but to make this all about me would be selfish 
to think that would be hellish
to even speak it i would embellish
the words I've already felt its
about you
and what i can do for you
what i need to prove to you
can you feel the words I've written to you...
yet?
and at the end ill still write for you
ill still fight for you,
that front line's fight is bullshit despite my heart beating and leaking for you in the heat for you im weak for you can you hear my feet running towards you...
yet?
the divinity of our connection is so right that by human eyes it can only be interpreted as sin
although you and i feel it within, and its repeated 3 times for a charm. but no, that's not luck! Amen.
if i was Danny Ocean I'd steal give it back, and it once again
It can't be stronger in sin
than can being righteous
because i don't just fight for us 
or for a trophy 
because right here
RIGHT.
HERE.
...is where YOU are supposed to,
be.....
its not equal if its three
there's always been you an me
there's always been a divinity
an entity to be created without boundary
we've been out of earshot but the sound is seen
over field meadows and crops
its almost sound like a fictional fairytale but its not
its the essence of truth and it plotson you and I so greatly that IT, 
STOPS.
when you and I make, WE....

and so it begins in the end.