Hesitant, reaching out and wondering
Eyes lock, the tension escalating
Pull back, too shy to continue blundering,
This beautiful moment of anticipation.

Sparks are flying, fires burning bright
Fluttering of butterflies spread
The constant reaction simply on sight
Breath stutters to a stop, nervously wanting.

Then suddenly, both are in the same sphere,
No beginning or end of one or the other.
One soul, one body, the melding clear.
Love is a beautiful imperfect thing.

Love is old as time, yet new and unique
No rhyme or reason, color or creed.
Strong and clear in the face of critique,
It is always worth fighting for.