When life is navigated
Not by the head
But by the heart –
That is love.

I had a vision once –
We were old and gray,
Smiling as we sat in our rocking chairs,
Quiet knowing
Etched around our eyes.

Every time I drive
That stretch of highway,
Under the bridge where our hands touched,
Fingers interlaced to mirror our souls,
I can barely catch my breath.

That was love,
My love,
And that is the meaning of life.