the smile that greets me and
welcomes me back to life,
the eyes that passionately gaze upon me
embracing me in their illumination,
i know no other love like this.
i've known nothing like this.
only in tales did i ever know of it,
for the search is over and
i understand completely
how one can love another
so devotedly,
so absolutely.

i know why my grandfather
put my grandmother's name
on everything he ever made.
i know why he  wrote poems
about every thing she ever made.
i know why he thought himself lucky
for her to love him,
to have been chosen above all the others.

i know why she was his world.
i know why he looked at her that way.
i know what it means to love Her
like he loved her,
and at this very moment
i know love itself -
it's looking straight through me
and holding me with a visual embrace,
brighter and warmer
than any sun,
and i am home.

we are home.