To swoon over the Moon, To find countenance in the Sun, To bathe in a mountain's early morning dew, To be comforted by her warmth on a cold, winter's day, Is to know that love. To fall into a warm, natural spring, To speak without ever saying a word, To know, absent even the slightest thought, To find desire in the eternal teasing of her soul, Is to find that love. To see beauty even in the roughest, uncut stone, To stand tall even in the weakness of your knees, To walk straight even when the mind fails in vertigo, To find life when standing at death's door, Is to discover that love. To grasp a beauty that is silence in the chaos, To find a smile through the veiled tears of suffering, To know peace in the violent rages of a war, To touch the face of heaven and God herself, Is to finally meet that love. It is that love for which our purpose lies, It is that love for which our moments meet, It is that love for which our dreams were broken, It is that love for which our hearts do beat. It is that love for which we seek.