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



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