just what it seems to be

This is what it is, my dear.
No what ifs.
A culmination of consequences.
Here is where we end up.

On the clouds of love,
dancing the rest of our lives away
to the music of our souls.

You will be my heartbeat,
and I shall be your breath.
Nothing more, nothing less.

This is what it is,
just as what you see it as.
The bliss and simplicity that you have been searching all your life.
It is here, my dear.
It is here.