True love is not about possession,
nor about promises fulfilled.
It is the quiet knowing—
that your soul already belongs
to the one it was destined for.
Even if they never reach your arms,
your heart remains theirs, unshaken,
incapable of seeking another.
That is the purity,
the eternity,
of love that is real.
A reflection on true love—the kind that binds souls beyond distance or fate, where the heart cannot choose another once it has found its own.