A perfect love

Today at lunch she said to me

Who is this new man in your life?

Who has got you aglow with joy

Blooming, like a morning glory?

Come on, out with it, tell me his name

For you are clearly not the same.

I said to her there is no man,

No one new: He’s been in my life

From the very start; the first time

I drew breath, He was there, smiling.

In his eyes, a deep love shining.

It’s just that now I see him clearly.

How could I begin to explain?

What I experience in my being

Is something the world dismisses

As unreal, too good to be true.

The primordial promise often sought,

In worldly things that come to naught.

It took me a while to find him

Whispering in the wind he’s barely

Discernible. You have to choose.

Are you the grain of wheat that dies

To bear new life, take on new guise?

Or are you made of stone, just lawful?

As our love grows, a nuptial fruit

I live in him and him in me.

He is my way, my truth, my life

My lover forever, my knight.

Although, at times, I lose the fervour

He is there, loving as ever.

The perfect man, a perfect love

How did I do it, you may ask?

You must seek in order to find

What is there in the beginning.

For only then what is fright’ning

Will be revealed as the priceless pearl.