My new love, it is love

Love poem to love

You will kiss my lips - and it won’t be his
I will kiss yours - and it won’t be hers
But our eyes will meet, in them I’ll see it
Your soul so beautiful - oh, how it burns

In each of us is a saint, a soul
How rare is it to see a glimpse of you
I promise to love beauty forever, all of art’s gold
Truth is beauty, and your soul true like few

Forgive me, I’m new to what is life
Our pasts don’t make us, nor should it haunt
It is what is learned and done after, as we are our ideals over time
Our mold, our guide, our wants

Past has passed, future ours yet far
We live now, alive we are
You are here, I am near
The gift of now, we give love here
Oh dear, my dear, given to us is but cheer

Yet tears are shed, yet aid
Yet scars run red, yet fade
Yet I yearn, yet I learn to see new jade
Yet I, lost, here in fear, yet I pray
Let these tests test us unto death
Let new life cometh, you, my new breath

How can I not see you as my new light?
How can I not, despite mine, love beauty bright?
How can I not, despite mine, love life?
How could I not see in you my new life, my new light
For truth to be my wife
Truly, I ask, how can I not seek to see you?
And only you?