I find myself often wondering why
love seems so elusive, hard to find.
Then I catch my reflection in a mirror's eye
and see the truth I'd left behind.
For love exists; it's as sure as I draw breath.
It flows through veins and beats in my chest,
a force more powerful than life or death.
In each cell, it manifests.
I am living proof that love is real,
not only in grand gestures or words,
but in small things too, in how I feel,
in gentle thoughts that are too often left unheard.
When I reach out to comfort a stranger's pain,
or laugh with friends until tears run free,
when I forgive, again and again,
love can show its face through me.
In sleepless nights, when doubt creeps in
and the world feels cold and stark,
I remember that warmth within,
a flame of love to light the dark.
I am a vessel, full to the brim
with love that spills and overflows.
Perhaps not perfect, but to the brim
with the purest feelings that one can know.
