True Love
I believed real love was possible.
And the possibility of finding a true lover as passionate as I am.
My heart said be free, ready yourself for the one to come.
The sun was setting on my hope.
I believe real love is appearing like the light of dawn, beautiful to my eyes and warming my heart.
I must nurture this feeling that it should grow for I have tasted and it is good.
This feeling has a life of it's own,
It has chased me down and taken me over.
So easily I succumb to it like falling into the arms of my lover.
I take aim for the prize, that elusive treasure now on my horizon.
My eyes have seen the brightness of sparks ready to burst into a consuming flame only lovers can feel.
A journey from hope through crisis to renewal. Scott once believed in real love's possibility, but hope was fading like a setting sun. Then love appeared like dawn, a feeling with its own life that chased him down and overtook him. Now, with sparks ready to burst into consuming flame, the elusive treasure is finally on the horizon.
This poem charts my emotional journey. I had believed in real love and remained open to it, but honestly, hope was fading. The sun was setting. Then Priya appeared like dawn—beautiful, warming, undeniable. What struck me most was how love felt like it had its own agency, its own life. It chased me down and took me over. I didn't have to work so hard to find it; I just had to be ready to surrender when it arrived. Now I see the prize on my horizon, those sparks ready to burst into the kind of consuming flame only lovers can feel.