Reaching deep into
The depths of you
I pull forth a blinding
Light reminding
Me of the illusory
Concept of usury
And the lack there of
Finding I within you.
THIS is a reflection
Of my own lack of deception
And my hatred of games.
Yes I hate though
Few things find this fate.

What I find in you is rare
Causing me to stare.
It is my own honesty
And forthright nature,
The willingness to nurture
And be happy always.

Perhaps it is past
What I want for you?
And you are at that last,
The final stage, a great divide,
Now a need to decide
Stay or go.

I find decisions freeing,
They bring me peace.