Love

It washes through and through,
  leaving no stain, the only
Mark is upon your heart, your
  life never quite the same.
As beat calls to beat in connection
  with one another, even
Though we are deny it all, say it
  hasn't been made, wall
Ourselves off from one another.
  it is still in the pulse of life.
In the call to be not lonely, but filled
  with the promise of a deep
Companionship, never sought yet
  still able to break through, dawn.