I am so happy to come to your love again.

With hollowed heart I sought your grace
In vague friendships and lusterless affairs,
Each time left with the tender image of your face
To fill my listless, late-night stares.

It is you,
It is always you--
Any other is a fruitless attempt
To mimic your essential magic
And our irreplaceable, shared content.


No one is you.
We start anew, but nonetheless--
Again.