Love is felt
or is only said.

And as I sit here alone
in the comfort of my bed
I try not to weep.

I know that love can be felt
through the strength of a hug,
the weight of a kiss, the linger
of skin on skin.

I know this in my heart, and so
does everyone because how
can you recognize it then
when it happens
or doesn't.

And it hasn't to me.
That's why I weep.