This is Love

UPDATE:  I GAVE HIM MY HEART AND HE BROKE IT



The poem in my mind is stuck
The words are all there, but jumbled and flowing
I can see them
I can feel them
But I can't grasp them to fashion them into something meaningful
There is a reason for this
For once
In my life
I am experiencing real, intimate, mutual, passionate, committed LOVE
The words won't come out to land on paper because they live inside me now
They are part of me
They aren't some fleeting fancy that inspires something that rhymes
Or expresses my angst, my aching heart, my anger
The words aren't about infatuation or lust
No, this is Love
The words are no longer words
They are real
They are part of me
They are my emotions being lived out in actions and expressions of love
Wow
I am surprised at how calm I feel - the fear is minimal, the doubt is non existent
Holy Cow!
I have never felt this way before!
This is amazing!
I love him so much, so very much
I never want to take this love for granted
I want to nurture it like a delicate plant, caring for it so it will continue to thrive and grow
This is not a poem is it?
Sorry, Drew, my love....I can't seem to write a poem for or about you
But please understand why...
Because my poems aren't for Love
They are for pain, for silly emotions
For you I have something else -
My heart.