Love Story

The language of love is empathy.

It takes what is given without defense,

its face of acceptance giving form

to what could not be seen behind steel.

In its embrace, beauty takes flight.

Hold me always in your weightless embrace.

Let me be your Plato, dear one.

I will always be your humble listener,

reaching into the dark to get to know

your many faces better.

I will tell others what you teach me, and take them deeper

and deeper into your folds.

They will get to know our love story,

ride out the bumps to their crest,

watch the flames of anger transform into tears,

revel in the release of the truth,

spiral back to love.