Love

Love waxes and wanes
Like the quarters of the moon.
It grows and fades,
And crashes like waves on the sand.
Love takes work,
Strength of heart and mind.
Love is not lust.
It is not the beauty of the body,
But the beauty of the soul
That draws one to another.
Why then
Do people insist
That love is none of these?
Don't listen to the world!
It will lead you astray!
Love does not last,
Says the world.
Love feels good for a time,
Then fades away
Like the shadows
After a bright, sunny day.
Love is a pit.
People fall in love,
And then "fall" out again.
What is love,
True, honest love?
Is it the thrill in my soul
When I know you are near?
The chills that course through me
When your finger brush my cheek?
Is it the fear I feel
When you're not there?
Is it this sweet, breathless anxiety
That has laid hold of me
And will not let go?
I think so, my dear,
But I do not know.
I'm so young,
So naive,
And this all seems right...
I can't help but wonder,
Might this be love?

~ March 23, 2009