State of Grace

In the years that you have known someone,

Before the many years to come,

There comes a wistful feeling,

Something wonderstriking

That leaves your stone heart in a puddle back where you started from.

Most would call it an endless chase, 

But I see it as a state of grace;

Not everyone gets the chance to do this:

To relive everything they missed;

So I give my love to heaven above as my heart settles into place.