True Love

True love is a constant. Lighthouse in the darkest hour before dawn.

True love is the North Star shining in the dark. Polaris for the blind.

True love is going to the supermarket and enjoying it.

Being on the plane without counting the hours. At home, with 17,000 km left to home.

True love is quiet and kind. Not demanding and not rushed.

True love is when you let your heart out to play with no curfew.

True love is closing time for the fears. It’s you and me and everything else.

No one else around but the whole world.‌