They told me Love was bound by law,
by covenant, by whispered awe.
That only keys in hallowed hands
could thread the ties of shifting sands.

They warned of doors that lock and fade,
of veils unpierced, of debts unpaid.
A family lost, a Love denied—
unless I bowed, unless I tried.

But Love is not a fragile thread,
nor bound by words a preacher said.
It is the breath between the trees,
the tide that pulls the endless seas.

No hand can carve, no voice declare
a line where Love is here, not there.
No gate can close, no chain can bind
what lives beyond the grasp of mind.

For we were never torn apart,
not flesh from flesh, nor heart from heart.
And though the world may veil our view,
beneath it all, I AM in you.

No law can hold, no fear undo
the simple truth we always knew:
Not time nor death, nor creed nor sun—
we are, we were, we’ve always One.