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:

Spinning

Dizzyingly

Sparkling

Past

Future

Love is your familiar laughter,
though it triggered an unfamiliar restlessness,

Which you

And I

Are one

Before

I've lost my originality and you're

Watching me rebel,
Believing my stories that only

Souls

Can tell…

But when is it enough?

When do I call my feelings on their faults?

..And I feel youthful.

Present.

Love is how I remember us now,
Not forgetting what we felt like,
somewhere along the way…