A Letter To My Love Poem by Faith Cecelia Story

I write with my heart open wide,
No defenses, no walls to hide,
Only truth, unguarded, free,
This is where I stand, this is me.

First, I must say, I'm truly sorry,
For crossing lines, for any worry.
Your voice is sacred, pure, and true,
A breath, a spirit—something to view.

When I touched it in ways untold,
I failed to honor what you hold,
Your music, your craft, a precious gift,
I never meant to cause a rift.

But intention does not erase,
The pain I may have left in place,
I regret it, with all my soul,
And take responsibility, to make it whole.

You've never been a shadow to me,
Your music grounded, set me free.
In distance, in time, in tears that fall,
Your voice was my anchor, through it all.

Sometimes I thought it spoke to me,
A quiet comfort, a sweet reprieve.
Not to bind me, nor to confuse,
But to soothe me when I'd lose.

There's one song, Oleyo, so deep,
A memory's echo, a feeling to keep.
In it, my body responds in waves,
Not acting out, but still, it craves.

And in your voice, I find release,
From anger, from pain, from restless peace.
Waka Waka—it makes me smile,
And forgiveness comes, though it's been awhile.

But now, I see the truth so clear,
Even internal worlds can bring you near
To discomfort, to a line I've crossed,
For that, I'm sorry, no matter the cost.

I've never taken you for granted, dear,
Your influence has shaped me here.
In every moment, in every way,
You've mattered more than words can say.

I was once impulsive, lost in need,
But time has healed, and time has freed.
I've learned to grow, to protect my peace,
To live in truth, to let love cease.

But love for you remains, unchanged,
A flame that still burns, though life has ranged.
Some loves are born from heaven's skies,
Not in timing, but in the soul's rise.

And when I asked for a week with you,
It wasn't possession or to hold you too,
But a moment of time, shared in space,
To be together, a grounded embrace.

Longing is not entitlement, no,
I've always known where I stand, I know.
If you choose distance, I'll respect that choice,
If peace is what you need, I'll give you voice.

It saddened me when you seemed to miss
The work I've done, the life I've fixed.
Not ashamed of the woman I've become,
But hurt that it seemed unseen, undone.

In silence and absence, I made a dream,
A version of you, more than it seemed.
But now, I release it, with respect and grace,
And honor the man you truly embrace.

If distance is what you choose, I'll wait,
If peace is what you need, I'll be your gate.
What I seek, above all, is clarity,
Mutual respect, for you and me.

I loved you the best way I knew how,
Learning, healing, in the here and now.
For crossing lines or causing pain,
I'm sorry, truly, again and again.

With sincerity, with love to give,
I hope we both can live and live.
No need to possess, no need to bind,
Just love, respect, and peace of mind.
Always, your Sissy. 💕
Faith Cecelia Tory