I had wanted to ask you
How did you manage to find the deepest of me?
When all the others had grazed my surface
And told me that was all there was to me.
They with all their flowery tongues,
Great promises of a future
While being bethroted to the past
still hung upon their eyes;
And you, with no tools whatsoever
Save a patient knowing smile
Maybe you knew even before I could have known it myself,
let alone tell you
That I am meant to be loved just by you.
And now I no longer need to ask you
How did you find the deepest of me?