The closer comes the end of time and space,
The deeper meaning fills your gentle face —
As vast as worlds, yet tender in its grace,
Your face becomes my world, my steadfast place.

It’s clear to me, my love, I understand,
How futile is the fight when truth is plain—
What cannot be undone by human hand,
In time becomes our sorrow, our disdain.

By choosing you, I leave the rest behind,
Content with less, and learning day by day,
To find within my heart’s unspoken mind,
That you, when seen too close, can lead astray.

For now, in quiet thought, you’re ever near—
My flaw, my hurt, my risk, my vision clear.