I wonder what it feels like in a world where love arrives first
before the ache before the doubt before the quiet breaks
Where hearts are not required to bleed before they learn their thirst
and souls don’t need to shatter just to mend what longing takes
In that world I meet you early on a morning soft and clear
with your smile bright enough to color all the gray
You reach for me with certainty unshadowed by the fear
that love might slip through fragile hands or slowly fade away
I imagine us beginning with no sorrow at our feet
walking paths unlined with loss or heavy haunted air
A universe where tenderness is effortless and sweet
and I am not too late to love the wonder that you bear
If rebirth offers mercy in the turning of the earth
I pray the next world writes our names in gentle fearless verse
I’ll find you at the starting point where longing has no worth—
in that universe of kindness
where love
arrives first