You pretend you don't know
But It's obvious
The way I look at you
Feels electric into your bones
I think we belong together
We should go and run away
Give me your hand tonight
I've been talking to the moon
But I never get a answer
And when I sleep you're there
In my dreams, in my head
Everything I hear screams your name
Even the music makes me realize it
Love is a strong word and I avoid it
There are no words to describe you
I like this poem, and I would
I like this poem, and I would define Love has being, first of all, the Divine Nature which has bestowed existence upon us and has given us the Cosmos for our delight and edification; and, between human beings, love is the process that leads to the intimacy of romance, or of firm friendship, or the courtesy of just getting along with each other during the more mundane activities that constitute our lives in this time and place.
Starward