Accepting the Exceptions

Accepting the Exceptions
Buried in my thoughts
and never lonely can I be.
I never knew I sought
the one who stands in front of me.

I found or found I was,
and here upon my arrival
was the one who always does
what’s best for my survival.

Is this, then, the meaning
of the love which I have chased
through hell and the demeaning,
which now you have erased?

Still, though, I am lost
in the beauty, which boundless,
seems to pay back what it cost
and more, in its profoundness.

Time and time again
I’m truly taken aback,
when only we begin
to talk of this and that.

Is this, then, the beauty
I thought did not exist?
And now there is no cutie
but you, that I can’t resist.

My heart to its new keeper,
whose beauty and mastery,
defeat hopes of digging deeper
away from humanity.

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