Not love, no.

Hmm...

Time and again
Stop, feel.
What?
Love?

Day and night
Start, think.
Maybe.
No.

Joy and feeling
New, strange.
Hope?
Growth?

What?
What is this new beginning?
Who?
Who but she could have sparked this?
Why?
Why was I so long in realizing?
When?
When will I know for sure?
How?
How will I know what to do?
Where?
Where has this feeling been hiding?

Not love, no.

But hope, and something new, yes.

Taking the speed from things, removing my natural born haste. Adding...caution...time to grow and be nurtured.
So that
Perhaps
Someday
I will say
"I love you"
And mean it
As I never have before.

And if not
Then we know
This was not for naught
For we
Learn
Grow
And understand that
This may not be it.






But then again...maybe it is.