Moonswept

The Measure of Love

Does love have a definition?

Is it a condition

That is measurable?

Are there signs

That say beware!

Take care!

No!

Love just finds you

Then surrounds you,

Takes you prisoner

And binds you.

A simple glance

A chance meeting,

Butterflies invade your eyes

And bang!!

You're caught.

Suddenly the sun seems brighter

Every step you take is lighter,

The sky takes on a different hue

It's love that is infecting you.

You lose your very sense of choice

Your voice begins to tremble

And you begin to resemble

A child.

Wild thoughts invade your mind

You begin to be kind

To everyone you meet,

Even city streets

Become nests when love has captured you.

It does not matter if your love is near,

Or far,

The very stars connect you.

Morning thoughts

Or dreams at night

Might just tell you

You're in love

But,

In reality

There is no definition

For this magical

Condition.

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Owain Glyn