Have a very hard time,
Everything marks them
Deeply,
Everything’s felt
Boisterously,
In laughs or in cry,
From the infinitesimal
To the sublime
From the heart
To the mind,
Nothing is left
Behind.
One might say
Its a devouring pleasure,
Still waiting,
For true love,
With no regrets
Just the treasures
That only,
An open mind
Can find.