They always say
‘the heart wants what it wants’—
does that mean love bears a burden,
when hearts aren’t smooth as stone?
When words mean nothing,
and a gesture amplifies for miles,
all I need right now is a shoulder to cry on.
I need a crutch when nothing is broken,
but I have no energy to walk.
A light in the daytime when
I still cannot see.
Though frail now,
I never take what I can’t later give.
This, I promise,
and this, you will behold.
Forever a mystery how I stumbled upon your essence—
a keepsake seemingly stored for me.