Is it love, this warmth inside?  A glowing.
A growing sense.  An indecisive mind.
Fractured light on searching

The crescent moon

suspended

like a pendulum

in the sky.

It starts to swing in sync

with the tides.

Always changing

but constant

This thing called Love

Shares the taste of sweet bitter emotion

A shoulder to lean on

Unconditional devotion

Then again

It’s a movement in the mind

A tugging at the heart,

The jerking of your chain

That pulls your world apart.

This feeling,

Love is light
that burns inside
A glow of warmth
reflected on the face
Love makes you feel light
burdens aside
the world