I’ve always been fighting and doubting you, calling yourself love. When I finally think you are out of my life, you try again. You tease me with your sweet, irresistible scent. Your spell captures me and makes me fall to my knees with my heart fully exposed as the blood drips to the floor.

At first, I look up at you, in my standard routine of the average none believer. I ask questions about why you are here? And what are your true intentions? However, with every question, your response is solid and real. You prove to me that my doubts are merely past expressions of love misguided; Misunderstood.

You came to me in a way I would have never expected. Beautiful eyes buried with the world and a soul filled with the past of many. Positioning your grasp firmly around my heart, I continue to see as one can’t who can’t help who they are and yet, you still have me locked. When I see you lying next to me with your long mane tickles my arm and your breathing harmonizing with mine, I can’t help think that this is what all my past experiences have prepared me for.

This is a grasp of true love. All opposites combine to formulate this perfect mixture of pain, love and humanity. I stopped trying to fight you. The tension in my body eases, and my body becomes limp as I let your grasp melt into this organ that holds all of who I am. The pounding of my heart becomes steady as you flow into my blood, my bones and my being.

As we come to the same level, I embrace your eyes with mine; changing from one colour to the next and like me, you deny and try not to believe the reality of everything we thought was real. Your eyes filled with tears as my gaze becomes what you see. I smile, and the warmth of your tears drips on my thumb as I wipe them away. You captured my heart; I captured your soul, and together we have completed the formula of one. The true one, the real one, the one we call love.