Like a number with no place

Like a flower with no scent

Or one that masks its fragrance, for it is much too intense

Like a word with no meaning

Defining all the things that life is

And I find myself wondering in the midst of the teeming

Why I have felt this

Whilst rejecting the sullen truculence that the pondering brings me

I feel my heart, beating

Within my chest

With power bequeathed of eternity

I don’t think I know

It is amazing, but isn’t it always

Isn’t it ever

Ever enough

Yes

Yes

Much more love

Much more than love

When all there is is hate, something that remains

And still negates any reason to complain

Needless to say beyond what words could begin to explain

Of which but a spark of a hint is conveyed

In what the first darkness’s kiss contains

…That is how I found you

…Sound truth