Sometimes it makes me think,
that in a corner of the world,
there's a soul that knows,
that love is not a deep game.
Not a ‘better half’ that fits,
nor an ‘almost something’ that won't settle,
nor a ‘let's see’ that will stop me,
but a bond that ignites.
That gaze that pierces,
knows the nuances of my being,
completes the shadows and lights,
without haste, without fear of losing.
Maybe I walk under the same sky,
or on a lost island,
light of a sincere fire,
the whisper that animates life.
They are not promises of fairy tales,
nor hopes of a ‘maybe’,
it is a sincere desire,
a love that does not turn from faith.
Because sometimes I get to thinking,
and in those thoughts I wander,
that the complement to my being
is only found when love is clear.
