It is the way you lay, asleep, at rest
The hair tousled from when my fingers combed out your curls
It was your face I sought in every lover
The warm tones of your voice in theirs
I did not know it was you I sought,
Vainly,
For the right circumstances to align
In each one who came before you
Each bore a hallmark of that which was to come
A bread crumb to tease me
A foolish heart thinking every piece of broken glass was shining crystal
But it is in you that He is most reflected
His face shining through from the smile in your eyes
It was His face I sough, always,
Diving further through the depths to grasp at Him
Many paths had to be tread to reach you when we met
For I had loved you greatly, from afar,
A quiet desperation in the desire to know
When,
If,
Our stars would cross
Fools and braggarts were many
Here though, was the fire
Bright, and warm, and good
I need not warm my hands in ashes
Or gaze from a distant perch enviously at what could not be mine
I need only curl up next to you, and be warmed from within
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That was beautiful. Could be for either of them?!