You were the first one
That I truly loved
Means, loved by
Own volition.
Loved for:
Who you were,
What you stood for.
Not through sentiment,
Or circumstance.
No coercion,
Manipulation.
Loved, that I could
Bare myself,
And so,
Know myself.
Somehow,
This trial was:
Rite of passage,
Way home. Through
All darkness,
Chaos.
Love:
Lost,
Found.