Eye of the Beholder

When two hearts touch and collide as one,
Space, distance and number of miles no longer matter.
Rather, they become the path to happiness.
A struggle one must take,
For the feeling of completeness,
And for finally being whole.
For now, meeting in the mind is a blessing,
Imagining the times to come.
Knowing what might be,
Is fading into the edges of what truly is.
Confident in the fact that dreams,
Can become truth.
Close your eyes and take a deep breath.
Which eye opens first?
The one filled with hope and faith?
Or the one clouded by doubt and questions?
Brush the clouds away.
For when you do,
You will see.
You will see love.
Painful at times.
But real.