The comfort of your eyes is matched in none;
Your soul brings solace to my weary mind;
I’m stuck, convinced by fate, that you’re the one
Who’s meant to help me see what I can’t find.

So soon it seems to swoon and beam indeed,
But never has my breath been quicker taken;
If life is short, I’d hope you would concede
To spend time in my world which you have shaken.

I’ll take your hand with yielded understanding,
The hour may bring a devastation near;
If letting go will prove me less demanding,
I pray to muster strength to quell the fear.

This pathway means a means to absolution
If not together, still a resolution.