All things love
She spent years yearning,
Yearning for love at all times.
Through city streets and rain-filled nights,
From the hands that never held her right.
She mistook the elude for her destiny,
aching for absence.
Until one day she found it
Found it in her own reflection.
Love was never a place to arrive,
a thing to be held.
But the way she carried herself
soft, tender and kind like no one else ever did.
Love was never too late, it was never missing.
Love had always been hers to claim.