Look into the eyes to find her sweet soul
the search, our intrigue is compelled to know.
We wish we might understand how we grow
in the mind and spirit our love is whole.
When once our lives traveled together one
so quickly hearts unraveled in questions
identity speaks silent excursions.
Would we soon dismiss that desires had spun.
Compassion is a feeling held in hand
the touch, a human needing to know why
our lives become puddles in tears we cry
wanting somewhere somehow to only land.
Would I ask you always to know my name
when wonder would demand we be the same.
apersonaljourney - stories of love 