The truth
Is that I love.
It is simply,
Love.
A place I never had visited before,
A place that I felt must exist
But did not believe,
That I,
Would ever see
Or feel.
It is simply Love.
And it is mine....for now,
And forever, it will be mine,
But will it be fulfilled
To it's greatest extent?
That is my question.
So I wait on each day,
And let it be
With me,
And wonder,
And wait,
And want,
So much.
Yet must not want.
For now
It can only be
The truth within me
And nothing more.
(1.2.8 Visions)
Heather Z. Hanna
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-simply-the-truth/
