When it rains..

When it rains I remember the first time we shared our first kiss. The moment you caught my hand and looked me into the eyes. You held me close and reassured my shaken cold body.
Arms wrapped tight you smiled with a smile I hadn't ever seen coming from your face before. In your eyes I could see into your heart where your casket of disires lay; what you longed for, what you eagerly desired to have.

Inside I saw the light that guided you, the light that showed your path through each dark moment that surrounded your life.
It was warm and it was kind. It was gentle and fragile. Like a dove with broken wings, you decided to walk instead. Yet you show the world not your sadness but the joy you feel everyday. Having loving friends who surround you and a small place to call home.
That light though small and faint maybe, kept burning like an everlasting candle in the darkest of days.

This light that I saw, that I comprehend is the light of love and it was myself that made you feel these things. It was I.

With that, you gently kissed my lips and held my hand.

As the night turned into day, we found in eachother what nobody has found.
We found what they call, True Love.