Lessons

Two years can teach a heart so much:
When to talk, when to touch;
How to forgive, how not to forget
That even the wisest don't know it all yet.

How to be brave and kind and strong,
When all that could is going wrong;
How to appreciate the inconsequential;
How to see the reality, not just its potential.

Love has taught me that I have the capacity
To hold on, with fierceness and tenacity;
To nurture that which I hold most dear;
To embrace and engulf my darkest fear.

It sprouted in darkness, secretly begun,
And burst into bloom at the first glimmer of sun.
It spread like tendrils from the depths within
And grew to proportions far beyond my own skin.

Now it surpasses the city and sea,
And spreads further still, like the roots of a tree.
I'm enmeshed in the world, but still free to roam,
And always returning to the one I call home.

This love is not childish or selfish or vain.
This love will live through laughter, silence, and pain.
This love is not magic, just quiet and true.
This love is my all. I give it to you.