I do believe true love exists.
A love that outshines the noise, and fulfillment with gifts.
a love that needs no validation
and is gentle with its healing.
a love with meaning.
a love that meets me in my chapters
walks me down each page and onto the next, regardless of how the story worsens.
I do believe true love exists
not because I’ve found it in another person
but because I’ve found it in this:
in my lowest moment, when life was all but gleam
I was comforted in my times of anguish
and through its shadows, I was seen.
no judgement, scolded shame
no heart as tender as mine to carry the blame.
in all my shortcomings and affairs with pain
I still believe true love exists
because His love for me remained the same.
