The truth <br />Is that I love. <br />It is simply, <br />Love. <br />A place I never had visited before, <br />A place that I felt must exist <br />But did not believe, <br />That I, <br />Would ever see <br />Or feel. <br />It is simply Love. <br />And it is mine....for now, <br />And forever, it will be mine, <br />But will it be fulfilled <br />To it's greatest extent? <br />That is my question. <br />So I wait on each day, <br />And let it be <br />With me, <br />And wonder, <br />And wait, <br />And want, <br />So much. <br />Yet must not want. <br />For now <br />It can only be <br />The truth within me <br />And nothing more. <br /> <br />(1.2.8 Visions)<br /><br />Heather Z. Hanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-simply-the-truth/
