of love,
paths converge, as a novel world emerges infinitely new, a curious view

and time will tell of mysteries but at the center of an unwritten history, is you

through and through, discover uncover the warmth and visit the cold embolden yourself and hold on, for help

for at an arm’s reach, live hearts to teach

though footsteps have been there, this path is untouched

the compass is inward so trust your words, the words of your heart

they won’t be precise, and that’s alright
as you learn to write, your own story worry, not and embrace your scars as they are, of you

and through journey, travel paths of your mind’s guide be out, as you are inside inspired, of your own kind of great