To the promise of love. In this very moment.
He asks me what is love? I say love is him.
He asks me who is he? I say he is me.
To be or not, Its simple and pure.
He tells me how he wakes up and thinks of me.
or is it the thought of me that wakes him up, could it be?
He asks me what is love? I say love is here.
He asks me where is here? I say in the moment that be.
To love so true, you cannot see, the moment that was or the moment to be.
Could it be that love is here but we fail to see?
Or is love seen but unfulfilled and yet not set free?
He asks me what is love? I say love is laughter.
He ask me what is laughter? I say the song he sings.
His breath, his heart beat, his hand in mine.
His being sings to me, helps me feel, the laughter in me.
Could his laughter be the fabric of my soul? Or is it fantasy?
He asks me what is love? I say love is all that is.
From the vision of our youth, to the sand grains of our dream.
From the sound of the sea, to the whispers of the wind.
It calls to me, says I am it, thats what love said to me.
written a while back and dedicated to the most beautiful soul I know.