Is it the same to live and love and have it all, alone?

If there is nothing, how can you share with someone

Or if there is everything- to the degree that everything is for us- 

Do we know, we know what sharing is?

The face of love seems to have a way 

of disappearing in a moment

But is it us- appearing in the face of its disappearance…

The other side majestically appears

Revealing that part that needs revealing

But are we ugly when we glare at our mirrors

Having a war, oh so intensely with a warlike figure

That love

That, we thought love

Is it all? all just something we can’t grasp but in our struggle

To hold it all together

Hoping for piece

Hoping for love

Hoping for that "savior", that person

To release us into that person we want to love…

That person- Me 

Comes.