Mine Own Heart, Soft Hands

Gealach de mo oíche,

What be a thousand miles of:
Blistering deserts, a threatening heat.
Of the formidable mountains,
And its snowfalls oh, so, deep
And the river raging on,
As if barring me from my path.
Doth myself suddenly my feet
Crippled and unable to carry me so?
For,
Not even Nature's elements could
Stop my adventure, my true way,
It shan't be able to obliterate my path,
That leads direct to mine own heart's domicile.
In those soft hands of thou's, my heart is housed.
With those same hands of thou's,
I discovered a touch so soft, a love so pure.
The gentle caress of wiping away an involuntary tear,
The anger moving the hand into fist, in protection over I.
It shan't matter the great physical distance, that keeps us apart so.
I doth know the miles, I doth know the way back to thou.
Mine own heart is tethered to that of thou.
The vows of till-death-do-us-part may not have been said,
But in a selfish act, in a declarative way,
I claim thou as mine own.
As surely thou claims as I am thou's own.
For thou and I are cut from the same cloth,
Two of the very same soul.
Did thou not feel the contentedness?
As the way our own souls seemed to sigh?
As if to say:
Ah, I have found you at last?
And seemingly in those first few blissful times,
We were graced with, the company of one another,
We had exchanged our own hearts,
Without our own knowledge, until the last moment of truth.
Until the realization, the heart we hold in our hands,
Isn't but that of our very own, but mine in yours
And your very own in mine,
This realization at the wrong time, the wrong moment.
Life has gouged its beautiful dagger between, a wedge.
Keeping thou from me, and me from thou.
It is as if we will always stand, forever apart,
Hands outstretched towards the other, fingertips almost touching,
Tears from both sides, scorching the earth where they land.
It is mine own love, and thou's own love, that keeps us holding on.
For mine own mind knows, hope has housed itself there,
One day,
My name will be adorned with thou's.

(Gealach de mo oíche, Means: Moon of my night, in Irish.)