Re Converging Love

Re Converging Love

It began as most love stories do,
A whirlwind of romance.
A courtship fresh, so full of life,
Opening loves hypnotic trance.

Both thinking it would last forever,
The love that they had found,
Yet slowly all the magic seemed,
To somehow run aground.

This placed the couple in a state,
Of deep profound confusion,
The loss of such a special thing,
Had left them disillusioned.

It wasn't meant to be this way,
How could love just fade away?
Both thought they did the best they could,
And never lost their way.

It had to be the others fault,
This left the two dismayed.
Love should've stood the test of time,
Had the other not been afraid.

That love once dwelling in their hearts,
Was now replaced by scorn.
And as the blame was tossed around,
Their hearts became forlorn.

Everything became a weapon,
Each discussion turning cruel.
So consumed by their own pain,
So exhausted from the duel.

The couple could not face the truth,
It was the others fault.
Soon even just the simple things,
Would continue their assault.

Each refusing to accept their role,
In causing so much strife,
Letting pride destroy their world,
And arrogance rule in their life.

Each thirst for something to refill,
The empty barren space.
This void that's grown from their disdain,
They now long too replace.

Yet can requited reach beyond,
The walls of their own skin.
While frivolous pursuits conceal,
The prisons that they're in.

She cannot look out through his eyes,
Nor can he see from hers.
So how can they relight the flame,
Once lit as young lovers?

Only when we stop and listen close,
Can you hear heartbeats converge,
And perhaps perceive the thing they seek,
To feel again their spirits merge.

It only takes but a moment's time
To find that clarity.
And open eyes that see, at last,
With true sincerity.

To free themselves from this facade,
And realign their gaze.
To let their souls once again be seen,
Shining through the haze.

It's what we all are yearning for,
Hoping each someday we could.
Understand, and then, in turn,
Ourselves be understood.

To no longer drift as silhouettes,
Immersed in solitude.
Letting individuality,
Continue to delude.

It fortifies our self-defense,
Keeping our spirit locked inside.
Held prisoner by vain pursuits,
Cut off by foolish pride.

For two will never become one,
Until themselves each strive to be,
The kind, with whom, someone would want,
To share eternity.