Is It?

Cupid's arrow tip
Losing the key to locked lips
A heavily guarded hart, the same key
Held hands and entangled fingers that won't let go
Not letting go, itself
Missing...
Intrigued by the very sight of
Enticed eyes, the same
Beautiful butterflies above the waist
Anxious palms, moist
Walking down one's lips, turning the corners of their mouth up
Losing yourself without traveling anywhere
Finding the soul's counterpart
So deep IN it without being able to climb out
Stronger than any sexual lust
Helen Keller, Ray Charles, Governor Patterson trust
Having nothing left to give and having everything
A half empty glass that's half full
Your best-friend and better half
The drug that often does more harm than good
Serene lullaby sleep through sleepless nights
No appetite with famished hunger pains
The gain, that keeps growing
Listening genuinely
You hear me?
Words will never be able to express
The truth that lies... beneath your chest
No warranty but guaranteed
Un-... the conditional kind
Addiction, figuratively





Love, literally? is it?