Where is the key to your heart?
Do you, keep it under the stairs,
or do you keep it on the balcony, or in the loft?
Or, do you only take it out on rainy days,
when a little warmth seems far off?
And what of it, when you do,
do you, hold it strong and true, or, with a gentle fragility,
hoping that it will be, better taken care of?
Because, falling in love is never easy, but where does it start?
Is it with a smile across a crowded room,
or with a simple glance?
Is it with a conversation across the internet?
Or, over the telephone,
or, just standing there, gazing in a gallery,
at a beautiful work of art?
And what of the first words when you meet,
that pour from your mouth,
do they flow easily, or do they slowly struggle,
and crawl uneasily out?
And the sensations that you feel, do they leave you counting,
how many that you have got,
and wondering of the ones that are yet to be discovered,
and do the sensations flow around your body,
and lift you up, or do they give you vertigo,
where you wonder, how far is the drop,
and are they bettered by experience,
or are your thought processes worsened by loss?
But, each time, each time, I hope for you a blessing,
that leaves you feeling, like a butterfly,
colourful and bright, and floating aloft.