To Know

Her hair was dark and curly, a black skirt and blue blouse

When her eyes first met mine, it was Fall and felt like Spring

Too young to know much, yet seemed to know then what I do now.

In a language of connected souls, connection in a gentle quiet way

The world around had its voice, loud, crude and full of opinion

Almost enough to be overpowered, take possession of heart's choice

To greet your love is patience, as to care for a struck match in the wind

Not without question or doubt, but in spite of the odds, fully focused

To know your love is learning, the bumps and bruises that make you.

Seeing the failure, pain and broken pieces, an eventual perfect picture

To know your love is forgiveness, for the broken road I have traveled

Having faith and strength to become, the man that you need me to be

To know your love is power, to find my strength in your eyes gaze

Looking deep inside them in weakness, a well source of perseverance

To know you is to know myself, the version that I always hoped for

The silent hope in sorrow, when the total darkness allows you to see

While still too young to fully know, I can see more clearly now

That a love is not a thing you find, a rainbow's pot of gold fairy tale

Love is something that carries you, if you are just willing to let go.

The great sculptor of time, methodically carving choices together

Until at last two, become perfectly imperfect in each others eyes

 

Nick Campos - March 2024