I can only wonder,
marvel, at how unexpected,
yet obvious it is
that Love is neither within me
nor without me, but
is me, and I a part of it.
We are the lock and key,
together we open another
door that lets love be
expressed in the world.
How could it do anything
but nurture and support us?
Come, fall into Love, with me.
Come, fall into Love,
hold my hand as we stand
at the brink, the point of no return.
Look into my eyes
and know this space between us
is a divine gift
our heartwish granted.
Did you imagine it would
fit your limited picture,
conditioned as it is by
the mundane, cardboard cut-out
versions peddled by those
with vested interests, who
would distract us from the
liberating power of true love.
Look into my eyes and see
that I do not wish to possess
you, to control you, to
use you as a pawn in
a ‘love’-blame-shame game?
I simply want
to hold your hand
and fall
into
Love
with you.
