I
never know how, always trapped in these puzzles
The
certainty of wanting to is all I have
My
resolve to turn away, it all but crumbles
Indeed
all this is difficult, this verb called love
All
too often we find ourselves enthralled
Intent
on caressing the truth beyond recognition
Eyes
too exhausted, souls beyond appalled
But
this is what we do best, thinking thoughts of love
I’ve
sensed, heard, smelled and tasted
The
gift of hoping for this dream to be wholly true
Found
my spirit completely freed, intoxicated
Inspiring
each other’s imagination as we often do
But
really what of yours is truly mine
And
what of mine weighs upon your universe
Gripped
by emotions flowing like a vine[1]
I
drown in doubt surrendering to this curse
How
much of our lives are truly intertwined
How
much reality can we truly claim
At
times confusion and isolation are what I find
A
certain truth that cuts with unspeakable pain
And
just then the soul sees its resurrection
Salvaged
yet again by words that ring true
Realizing
that this love and unfathomable connection
Though
not for all, find their perfection solely in me and you.
