Of True Love

A poem that ponders fate, true love, and the harmony that is created when love is discovered.

Of true love, I don’t know the depth.
Nor do I know if I want to.
Choose the loveliest bird that flew,
Or the favorite of all your breaths.

Poets and dreamers all have wrote,
You'll find it some day - in those eyes
You'll explore all love's endless skies
And on that wind your soul will float.

If it’s true that true love is real,
And there’s but one for each other,
To lay under that warm cover,
Should we settle for how we feel?

If seeds the wind will random blow,
Gusts of wind blindly guide the rain,
And ocean waves toss a sand grain,
Then how chance must play as love goes?

If of the two I had to pick;
Predestined one true love for me,
Or take love as it comes - be free,
I would say love is life’s cruel trick.

If it is real and to be found,
I hope the truths of love will fit
Like the way music does with sound.