'Do you love me?'
That question rings in my ears
You have successfully opened the door
To expose my deepest, darkest fears.
'What is love?'
I ask myself each day
Is it a feeling? A want? A need?
Or is it just something you say?
But if love were merely just
the lonely pang within my heart
whenever you went away,
the perpetual desire to never be apart
Always wanting to be
Together. Forever. Completely.
Eternally ...

Or

The way my pulse begins to race
When I look at you
And see that grin upon your face
The constant thoughts of you ...
The overwhelming feeling
Of complete comfort
That I get from lying in your arms.

So what _is_ love?
For if love was any and all of those things
My answer would be quite clear ...

'Do you love me?'
'I Do.'


Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Midsummer, in the year 63 MA.