Love is looking into a stranger's eyes
and watching what they reflect back at me
Love is what is in this air,
which feels like downy dust everywhere,
And as I inhale it in,
I breathe the feminine trace of her scent…
and I feel careless:
Love is your familiar laughter,
though it triggered an unfamiliar restlessness,
I've lost my originality and you're
Watching me rebel,
Believing my stories that only
But when is it enough?
When do I call my feelings on their faults?
..And I feel youthful.
Love is how I remember us now,
Not forgetting what we felt like,
somewhere along the way…