This Is True

Now I know the true meaning
Why it feels like falling
Because it never renders
Hampering joy and sorrow
Surrendering what is safe
And bad habits conquering thoughts
Self-interests become altered
Dreams do become tampered
Being lonely is as sure as the rain
But the wait is right as this
Feeling as half of a man
Though knowing wholeness lies with another
Through distance and baggage with handles
The thousand different visions
Of the same face
A thousand different smiles for each
So beautiful...
Still falling...
In every possible meaning of the word
Love