Restoration

I'm a romantic

a pragmatist

a saint 

a sinner

I was someone else last year

Yet also, I'm the same

Not wiser

Not stronger

tired of foolishness

yet often naïve

tired of therapy and of searching

I found the one I wanted

love, is hard to explain

it just is

a gem

a lodestone 

a sentry to the soul

loyal, true, set in its ways

broken foolishly

restored carefully

beautiful