Being with you is being with myself, my truest self,
With you, I think not with intellect but with intuition.
You’re the feeling that I don’t try to grasp .
As I set you free , I set myself free too
From the intellect which says be careful, too much ecstasy
And listen to that part of me, which says, don’t bother, take the plunge
I give you space to be who are and you do the same
For then we can meet in a sacred space that belongs to just You and Me
A space without expectations and illusions, games or pretensions
Into a magical place of untold stories and mysteries
I understand that you need wings to fly, to distant lands, even without me
But waiting isn’t all that bad,
For one , the wait is for someone who is You,
and also because now, I will have stories of mine to tell you too