that twinkling, trickling sense of comfort
which fills each woeful body
it's called love--but it is not perfect

that moment where one questions the future
the hands that hold their lives delicately
the question what if? dances in the mind

comfort and question collide
a quivering mesh of mayhem fills the dreary, rainy sky.
tears flow when God hears the story of young love

it is your decision, He says.
I can't tell you where your heart is.
that's the adventure of life.

just know that I have yours.
and it's beautiful.