Coming home.

Love can be fleeting

or can be all encompassing

it depends on the people

and the hearts that are involved.

I have given so much of myself

to hearts that never returned the pleasure

I have struggled to keep long alive 

though its light had begun to fade.

Sometimes I wonder where my path would go 

now I feel this is where I am supposed to be

in your arms, so full of love

splendid and secret moments of joy.

Alone with you, I feel whole

no need of anything else

Is this what its supposed to feel like?

like I am coming home.