Claire De Lune
True love, I’ve learned, is far from what I’ve been told.
Real love is not what is portrayed, or sought after.
It is a quiet understanding, and a slow burning flame.
You do not feel it all at once, but in the depths of the night it trickles little by little
And lulls you to sleep.
It doesn’t blind you like divine light. It swells like spring and takes its time.
And suddenly there is a beauty you had not seen before.
A familiar comfort, a small sigh at the day’s close, regardless of the view.
The intermittent realization that everything will be wonderful in the end
Because not only have I found what I never knew I wanted,
But I’ve found it in the most wonderful vessel I couldn’t imagine.
I never knew you until this moment, not truly.
And although I am myself, and you are you.
I’ve realized that you and I will always be.
Like flesh and skin we are akin,
And we always will be.
