J

Every thing of beauty

draws me back to you,

oh you;

you part of me whose existence

I never knew.

When our eyes meet

through the

window

the world seems to

melt back and

I stop on the cobblestone

and I realize that

the same light

which plays so brightly

upon each wave in the sea

bathes your soul.

In your eyes there is

an understanding,

as if my latent knowledge

has found its

equation.

Though I can live without you

I would rather still

press my hand to yours and say

"I'm home."