“Have you ever been in love?”She asked
“I don’t think so,” he replied

If you were in love you would know it
Because it’s different
Different that your average crush
Or your summertime fling

You care so much and you don’t realize what you got yourself into
Until it’s too late
Until you’ve fallen

“I fell in love once,” she said.
He was a kind smart wonderful boy
And I loved him
But he didn’t love me

There’s a reason why we call it falling in love
Not rising
It’s the art of the fall
You don’t know if someone will catch you
you don’t know how bad it’s going to hurt

But sometimes we can be so so careful
And still fall

oh, but look at what grew

all because of the dirt
that they once threw

I wanted to  love  her
          like  she's  never  been
          loved before...
          With my hands
          I  unarmed  her  heart,
          with my eyes
          I  undressed  her  soul.

           and I whispered to her,
           "You are a poem
             I keep on writing,
             a book I can't put down,
             a story that is
              never ending,
              a page I cannot turn."

               Loving you
               in breathless
               moments,
               stolen kisses,
               adrenaline
                rushes...
                                                                                     Jon York   2019