Love As Is

I pursue sometimes with futility

and sometimes with vitality

An elusive theme

Simple in its simplicity

and yet none have been able to state it 
with any definity

I wonder 
is someone out there 
I would grow old with.

Love them a bit more 
with every passing moment.

Is there someone I can love more
with each passing day

with each greying hair 
with each crumbling bone.

Is there love that exists 
in such a state of ever-greenery.

If there is,
I wish for such a love.

encompassing my being

seeking me out as I seek it out

Love as is

in eternity.

~ 17th November 2008