The Gift

I have had the great good fortune to love again
though it is lost as it is found
I have tasted its sweet fruit and reveled in its joy
this time
I feared
would never come.

I know now too that it will come again
for I am the seed from which fruit grows
the source of passion’s joy
this man I am
who loves
embraces intimacy
dares to risk that without which love takes neither root nor flight.

The prize
I am
the gift
for I will love again
and be loved at last for everything I am.