When Hearts Seek Their Own Echo

“When Hearts Seek Their Own Echo”

Among a thousand faces bright,
One presence halts the turning night;
A voice like rain on thirsty ground,
A gaze where endless seas are found.

Not always storms, not always flame,
Sometimes a warmth without a name;
A steady glow, a tender hue,
A home the soul already knew.

The brush of hands, a breath, a sigh,
A scent that lingers, drifting by;
The rhythm shared in silent air,
The truth that you belong is there.

Plato spoke of halves once torn,
From the dawn where love was born;
Rumi saw two oceans meet,
Where waves and tides in silence greet.

Some find the heart they’ve sought so long,
Where glances speak and silences song;
Others wander, searching still,
Through deserts wide and mountains chill.

Romance is not to bind or own,
But be the place one calls their own;
A refuge found in clasping hands,
Where understanding softly stands.

Desire may spark the body’s fire,
But love lifts higher, and higher, and higher;
It is the soul’s eternal call,
The greatest truth that holds us all.