Here, Love

Here I am

On a journey. To a greater place.

On my way. All the time.

Little that I know,

I am already here.

You say that I am never happy

even when I get what I want.

But you are wrong.

I am happy every morning

when I wake up next to you.

A storm

Rain, snow, wind.

What if, all I ask for will come true?

What if, I secretly wish it will not?

I used to be driven by the ocean and sunshine

always choosing summer.

Now I am facing a big cold city

chased by winter.

All that I did not want, happened.

And here I am, happy.

So I ask this again,

What if, all I ask for will come true?

Will I be happy then?