Love is the Movement

Love is the Movement - Written July 2010.

Love is the movement
it's moving in me
Where did it come from?
I wasn't expecting this.
I questioned it for so long,
but now it arrives.
Does she realize it too?
Or am I on a lonely road?
Do I tell her?
Or should I forget it?
My love is growing
it is expanding,
it is spreading,
it is speaking.
I feel it in a song.
It's the music in my soul.
Surely I shouldn't tell her.
No, she would be scared,
she might even be mad.
Is it true though,
can I love her this young?
It isn't a physical thing though,
I love who she is.
She is beautiful, but
that isn't what gets me.
It's the need I have
for her comfort and presence.
Her compassion, her thoughtfulness,
her personality.
Love, isn't the word,
It's not obsession.
I love you is said too much,
then not enough.
She is more than love
she deserves more.
She saves my life everyday.
She constantly inspires me.
She is that beautiful dream,
she is that twinkeling star,
that idling thought.
She is that symphony
She is that movement,
Love is the movement.