https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76AeOHph1Og <h2></h2><br /> <h2>What We Were, Are, and Always Will Be</h2><br /> <strong>I mourn who I was before your touch—<br /> a careful soul who walked through life alone,<br /> who thought they needed nothing, no one, much,<br /> whose heart had calcified to stubborn stone.<br /> That person is gone now, lost to you, to us, to this—<br /> the way you broke me open with your hands,<br /> the revolution of your kiss,<br /> the self I shed like snow on warming lands.<br /> <br /> I grieve the distance that once lived between<br /> two strangers passing on a crowded street,<br /> the thousand nights we might have never been,<br /> the lives we walked before our paths met again.<br /> <br /> What sorrow lives in all we could have missed—<br /> the mornings waking separate and cold,<br /> lips that may have never known bliss,<br /> the stories that would die without being told.<br /> <br /> But eulogies are not for death alone;<br /> they sing of transformation, they sing of letting go—<br /> I lay to rest the parts I've outgrown<br /> to make room for the love we've come to know.<br /> <br /> So here I stand, undone and remade whole,<br /> mourning who I was with grateful tears,<br /> for you have touched the deepest part of my soul<br /> and banished my solitary years.<br /> <br /> The person who was guarded now lies still,<br /> replaced by one who trembles at the sound of your voice,<br /> who flowers like an orchid in Spring,<br /> who burns but is not sorry for the flame.<br /> <br /> I eulogize my loneliness tonight,<br /> that faithful friend who kept me cold and safe—<br /> you are the love that carved me into better shape.<br /> And though we breathe and hold each other near,<br /> I mourn what's lost without regret or fear.<br /> <br /> For love requires a kind of dying, too—<br /> the death of "I" to make a room for "we,"<br /> and I have never mourned a truer truth:<br /> that losing myself in you has set me free.<br /> <br /> Vitruvian Love - a study of the ideal proportions <br /> of love as a microcosm of the universe.</strong><br /> <br />  <br /> <br /> [urls_to_images]https://ai-arts.org/wp-content/uploads/2025/11/Brea-Miller__Brea-Miller-Vitruvian-Love-Mothership.png, https://ai-arts.org/wp-content/uploads/2025/11/Brea-Miller__openart-1e0f971aa60a42e78821cccae6c2fc98_00001__raw.png, https://ai-arts.org/wp-content/uploads/2025/11/Brea-Miller__Brea-Miller-Vitruvian-Love-Remember.png, https://ai-arts.org/wp-content/uploads/2025/11/Brea-Miller__Brea-Miller-Vitruvian-Love-Indigenous-American.png, https://ai-arts.org/wp-content/uploads/2025/11/Brea-Miller__Brea-Miller-Vitruvian-Love-Asian.png, https://ai-arts.org/wp-content/uploads/2025/11/Brea-Miller__Brea-Miller-Vitruvian-Love-European.png, https://ai-arts.org/wp-content/uploads/2025/11/Brea-Miller__Brea-Miller-Vitruvian-Love-Virtual.png[/urls_to_images]<br /> <br />  <br /> <br /> <em></em><br /> <strong>{Synopsis:47}</strong><br /> <br />