The Key

There is something for which we search

All our sad little lives;

Some meaning to make us happy

Some purpose to make us whole

Something more than a fleeting smile

or laughter shared with friends-

Something we can take to the afterlife 

To define us forever.

Call me a romantic 

Call me an idealist

Call me what you wish,

But I have found that which 

I cannot live without. 

I have found my soul,

my body,

myself.

I have found my entire self

and I am please to find it perfect.

I have found the man 

whose ribcage I was created from.

I have found eternal love 

and absolute adoration 

For God and the King He gave me. 

Call me dependent 

but so are you.

You depend upon your brain to think

and your heart to beat

and your soul to live on.

In this way, I depend on him. 

I depend on him as a purpose

to drive me

As a reason

to create the best life possible;

As the key to my happiness. 

Mistake me not, human:

You know the key to happiness,

You have always known.

Stop searching

and love unconditionally.

Love when you are angry 

and love when you are sad; 

Love when you want to scream

and love when you want to hate. 

Love when the one you love

fails to show you love

Because your persistence 

will bring him back to you.

Love like a way of life

for it is the key 

that opens all doors;

Even the gates of heaven.