Have anyone ever been consumed by love so vast
it spills over the edges of their being,
flooding the spaces they thought were empty?
Overwhelmed, they turn to words,
as if it could hold the weight
of what their heart refuses to contain.
They write about the love of the sun and the moon,
their endless dance across the skies,
always reaching, never touching.
They write of the earth longing for the sky,
their union painted in a horizon that never fades.
They write of cherry blossoms aching for autumn’s kiss,
of rain melting into snow,
Union of two entities with grace.
Everywhere they look, love reveals itself
yet nothing feels enough.
How could it be?
Love is too vast, too infinite to capture.
Just when they think they've held it in their hands,
it slips through,
expanding into something greater,
something nameless,
something that makes them new with each breath.
And then there’s you.
That one soul who holds the light of every dawn,
who becomes the steady flame
in the coldest nights of my life.
You're the constant,
the bright star at the end of every dark tunnel.
With a quiet patience that softens the sharp edges,
with a smile that feels like coming home,
Always there.
Anyways there!
How can someone love like this?
So deeply, so endlessly?
What drives you to carry the weight of my storms,
to remain, unshaken,
when the world itself falters?
Perhaps the answer lies in love itself,
a force that doesn’t demand to be understood,
only felt.
A quiet power that expands,
that remakes the world with its own rhythm.
Maybe that is why, whenever I try to grasp the concept of love,
It shows me you!
