Stellar Love

Love, what is it, I ask myself as

she stares into my eyes from

with in my own arms.

This mystical force which enchants

my gaze;

this magnetism that locks my arms

around her;

this explosion of energy cascading

through my veins all because of a

single touch, the slightest gaze met

half way or even the tiniest murmur.

This is love? Ponders my questioning

mind;

my soul answers, weaving a softened

tone into my stare through my eyes;

joining the debate, my heart yearns

within my chest and stokes the

smile I just can't seem to hide.

Again I ponder to myself,

is this love?

This feeling that wells up inside my

very being, what is it?

This warmth which caresses every

cell right down to the nail-tips of

my extremities;

is it divine?

This enchantment which seems to

revive my very soul;

is it magic?

This rich eternal light as bright and

as right as the sun in the sky; heaven?

Perhaps.

What is this gravitational force

which always seems to bring us back

into orbit of each other,

even when it feels like an entire

universe separates us?

Perhaps this most incomprehensible thing,

is cosmic.

Does the sun extend its newtonian

force to the Earth as if to coddle

in a warm, delicate embrace?

Does the love of mothers wield such weight

that the children with in her reach are

helpless but to pour their hearts and souls into

the arms that hold them so protectively?

Can it be explained by science

and algebra?

Do chemicals and brain signals equal

the sum of this... unexplainable

wonder of life?

As I lay there;

as I hold her;

as I stare;

as my entire being focuses

squarely and entirely on this

person burried deep inside my

bosom, I begin, finally, to realize.

It is her stare, it is her touch,

it is her smile, her sound, her

embrace, her very being.

I realize my love for her is

everything she is. In short

my love is her, and that my

friend is pritty stellar to me.

The end