Coming to Love

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

When first came I to love,
It was as a child learning her way;
It was as simple, single-minded thing,
A love that was never meant to stay.

And each step along that loving path,
Was a learning taught of giving;
Each heart flutter and hurting tear,
Was a lesson learned of living.

Till at last, full grown I come,
To the place I searched for long;
My eyes are clear, yet I see stars,
Coming to love and feelings strong.

The woman inside me laughs with glee;
My love cannot be held within walls.
Holding myself, I'm holding my love;
I hear him whereever my footstep falls.

I bathe myself in this love come home,
Soaked in a cooling warmth so devine;
Drowning in bubbles of happiest dreams,
I'm coming into this love of mine.

How wonderful to have lived so long,
And known of love my whole life through;
Yet I have discovered a brand new world,
Coming to love, this way, with you.