If, by chance, I get to meet you
as a stranger,
in a foreign land,
when the streets quiet down,
just as the night deepens and
the lights give way to stillness,
I will hold your hand.
You are everything
that I want, everything I carry
in my heart.
If I see you when
I have everything to my name,
when youth has faded
into memories and
stars burst into flames,
I will burn for you,
I will risk it all.
You are the blue to the sun,
the earth where I buried
my heart.
You are all the words I write,
I speak of;
the whims I send away
to take flight.
If I see you again
one day, someday,
I will tell you that
you are enough.
I am yours, without a doubt;
And for a thousand and one reasons,
You are loved.
