A Perfect Love

Perfect Love.

There is but
        also there isn't.
It is seen
        not with eyes.
It is felt
        not through skin.
It is there
        sometimes...then it isn't.

It is so clear
        yet blinding.
It strengthens
        but cripples.
It is like a morning fog
        you can't see through it.
It is the union of two souls
        and not a decision of one.


*midnight thoughts*