The Process of Love

I remember that moment when the process of love began.

When my eyes brushed across your face and wondered…

Who is he?

What does he think about?

Is his beauty only skin deep?

Could he ever be with me?

Embarrassed and confused by the emotions that flooded my heart,

Wondering what it meant,

I searched, poked and prodded around you like a child that has seen something for the first time.

Curious and amazed by you, by the way you made me feel, I allowed myself to wander,

Allowed myself to graze,

To bask in the beauty of your loveliness,

To continue in a daze.

On and on I travel through the fields of you, longing to find more.

Longing to familiarise myself with every scent, every shape of you.

Each word, each conversation binds me to you,

Words are the thread, conversation the needle that sews me in deeper, closer to your heart, closer to where I want be.

Loving you is like a dream,

One that I don't think I'll wake up from,

One that will never end, whether you stay or you go, the love will remain.

The imprint you've left on my life will stain forever and remind me of that precious moment when you came into my life and changed me.

Words don't even express how I feel,

How I need to need you, and need to have you,

But,

I'll use them anyway.

Now that process is in motion I wonder where it will lead.

Will my heart stop beating?

Will this love succeed?

I don't know what I'd do without you.

I don't want to try.

Imagining life without you is like…..

T.V with no picture, it would be empty, useless,

A cold metal box with no use.

So stay, don't go,

Let's see where the process of love takes us to.