When I Was Younger

When I was younger,
I asked too much—
Everlasting friendship,
Endless feeling,
More than hearts could ever hold,
More than hands could ever offer.

I sought eternity in fleeting smiles,
Depth in shallow tides,
And in my yearning,
I built a world too heavy
For fragile souls to bear.

But time,
That patient teacher,
Whispered wisdom into my restless heart.
Now I ask for less—
A simple word,
A steady glance,
Companionship that walks,
Not soars beyond its reach.

Their feelings, their kindness,
A touch, a glance,
These quiet gifts once overlooked,
Now seem miraculous,
A grace undeserved,
A blessing freely given.

In learning to ask less,
I have received more—
Not forever, not boundless,
But enough.
And in enough,
I have found
The miracle of love.