(“Always” truly means always, my dear)

With a hint of sadness
And human wonder
It occurred to me then
That perhaps we are all incapable
Of truly understanding
How deeply, how full
Is another’s love for us.
And yet, maybe not.
Maybe it just takes a little more
Than traditional human effort.
A long shot – maybe – but it
Gives hope; and
So, this human hope on
“Maybe”
And the fulfillment of
Giving love
Will drive us into lifetime
Commitments of showing,
Telling, kissing, holding, giving to
That other
Until at last
We say, “I love you”
And can hear the gravity of truth,
The fullness of one so deeply loved,
Speaking with a certainty
embedded in the soul
When they respond,
“I know.”