Love

Falling in love is the easy part,

So hard to do.

Falling in love is the hard part,

So easy to do.

You never know,

Though you search,

For where it will go

And if it will end.

But of course,

It will end.

Happily

or

Horribly,

When you’re awake

Or when you’re asleep.

Your heart has broken,

Or it could or it might.

You know it will mend,

Or it could or it might.

Should I lend myself

To this wild one-

Love?

Which makes so many promises

And sometimes keeps one.

One.

Or two..

Or more…

I don’t know.

If this is it

Or will there be more?

More of me

Loving you.

More of you

Doing what you do.

Love,

Me.

Please.