What is love.

Love is a quiet thing.
When you match someone else
In the Whole World

And it is frightening

And it makes you feel a bit sick
Because you never really want to go with it
Let go with it

Because it is something so mysterious
Something so serious
And a vow
Which you never want to really take
Because of all of the other things at stake

You are meant to live
A life that you want
And the thought of being led
Astray
By the way-side
Is scary

To try

It is better to know
Though
That being alone is fine
And you can always be alone
And defined
By that person

It is just that
There is someone with whom
To share that
At your own pace
And in your own race

So you can relax
And wonder
At it