A lot like love

its not sudden
but it's there,
somewhere, I can be sure
it's well hidden
yet I can't be more aware
I can feel the poke,
its gingerly tantalizing to the core

I know its been enough spoken and
written about,
felt and felt more and more

The feeling in a feeling
and the joy in revealing
and the aftertaste or losing
and not wanting to need
anything or anyone any more...

A lot like love
or I wouldn't know of any thing pure...

You tell me it's not describable,
it's not describable for sure,
you tell me it's not controllable
controls don't work,
this itch has no cure,

we are but all victims
of this feeling pure

There is nothing
anyone can do or say
and what do I say to that,
when you feel it, you can best be sure...


There is no reason
why you wouldn't want to let yourself,
those three words, hear or say

Tears are wonders
words can't express
and fears and blunders
to which I won't regress,
so writing these feelings
and maybe the same song
I would keep bumbling
till I know I'm next on the way

Till I know
I've you tuned in
and listening to what I have to say

I know
what you may have to say to it
I wish it could change
the way I look at you
or about you, feel

But something within tells me
what I feel is deep
and what I feel
is how I intend for it to be
and I wish someday
if it is meant to be,
it will seep into your being too...

Not wanting love is loving
not heeding no's is loving
not pleading in woes is loving
and well what's better
than living in love
and not writhing in pain
for that feeling is what makes it sure

A lot like love or I wouldn't know of anything pure...

Thanks to love people lose their way
thanks to hope
they continue to float away
and to their make
and the maker
to the giver and the taker
to the hurt and the faker

so many alibi's and yet not a purer form
any emotion could take

Blink to think and stop to gaze
look up above and the sky's
a changing place
and looking within the heartbeat that churns
the melody of what if's and maybe's
and dreams come alive
look underneath the feet
and even the timid heart has wings to fly
and the mighty then rule the day

Sure, nowhere fast but slowing ebbing away...