Poem: Love

Love, have we ever met?

I do not think so.

I have always thought that love comes with pain and pain is love.

I am constantly let down every time I see you.

This time something is different.

There is no pain but joy.

I never want to be apart.  

Even better what we are when we are together.

The spark comes alive, but when you are gone, sometime so am I.

I started to that there was no you without me.

If you are gone, where will I go.

That is something I do not want to know the answer.

Pain and I were best friends at one point.

No matter where I was it was there.

It had become my greatest love.

Then you walk in, and I never thought this could be.

Where was the hurt, the angry, the wanting this to end?

It did not happen.

I wonder what this is.

Could this be it?

I started to think is this love.

Is this all I want and more?

The answer was yes.