Nothing matches
loving someone
in such a way..
that makes
their ego
simply melt.

That reconfigures
their conception
of true love..
by demonstrating
how forgiving
and secure
and safe..
it’s really meant
to be felt.

That teaches them
that someone out there
sees you..
not just for your beauty
and your virtues..
but also for your
rougher edges
and your scars.
That loves you
steadily and gently..
from both near
and from afar.

That makes you laugh,
that holds you dear..
That does not place demand
upon your constant reassurance..
or leave you questioning
whether it was
imagined by you..
rather than real.

It is the sweetest,
purest love..
A love that once
upon a time
I also knew.
But also,
It is a love
that I am destined,
for myself,
to once again,
make true.

Damned be the odds..
my triumph is inevitable,
that much I comprehend.
Its truth is unavoidable,
and nothing less..
much like the silent gravity
that pulls invisibly upon
the many grains of sand
within an hourglass.

My truest love
(whoever she might be)
shall readily embrace me
when the time is right.
Neither too early,
nor too late,
in this dark tunnel..
I shall finally behold
Her loving light..
I have faith.