True Love

True love is not possessive
It is not a passing moment of ecstasy,
propelled by a brain full of endorphins

It transcends time and space
It lives within inherent forgiveness of transgressions

It is an envelope of compassion
Brimming beyond better judgement

It is the feeling of joy when another feels joy
Independent of its architect

It is not the desire to control others
But the simple pleasure in observing their happiness

And...it is enduring
Living beyond death
A lingering place reserved within a heart

It remains when folly exhausts its day

It lives within that rare moment when another's soul,
In this crazy world,
Managed to touch you to the core

Such core, once touched
Holds love that is never forgotten

Touch a heart in such a way
And you can be sure
No matter where you roam
That heart holds part of a place called home