I look into the photo of her eyes
windows into my own soul
is this what it feels like
to love, and be made whole
all else can wait

and when we are ready to pick up
again
we kiss in the late evenin
escape is a word for those who need it
when she is around
no escape is needed
the mission of love
is not to have succeeded
it is to enjoy the presence

like grounds that are seeded
watered from the sky
light grown under heavy strain
of the chance
that romance could have gained
amongst the odds
likely insane
or a divine plan
from a master mind's brain