Poem #2

The path to finding your centre in another is a steep climb, breath-taking and cold. It is more than the fever of desire; it is the quiet act of folding your life into theirs until the edges disappear.

When someone becomes your person, you lose the safety of the singular. Their victories are a wine you both drink; but when their pain is raw, born of loss or struggle, you reach into the furnace of their grief and grab the coals with your bare hands, just to lighten the load.

We say the word ‘love’ a thousand times, scattered like seeds in the wind. But if you are lucky, this true alignment only catches fire once.

So step onto that path with courage. For once you open the door to a second soul, you will always be outnumbered by the heart.