How does it feel. . .
when at age sixty-four you couldn't ask for anything more
when love is heaped at your feet and it has found its end in you
when everything becomes real and there she is, right in front of you
when your lips touch and you know love is finally here.

How does it feel. . .
when you realize that she is the one
when you know that you're looking for her is done
when you finally are able to see that all she wants is you.

How does it feel. . .
when you reach out for a body at night and find her there to hold
when she wraps her body around you and you know it is right
when she holds on to you all through the night
when her embrace says everything is going to be okay.

How does it feel. . .
when you know exactly what to do
when you know that it is what she wants too.

How does it feel. . .
when I can feel her love when she talks to me
when you know it feels good so you are able to take one day at a time
when you can still write a rhyme about her love.

How does it feel. . .                                    
when you finally realize that the key to change is to let go of fear
when you finally shed that tear of happiness.
It feels so good.
                                                           ­                                          Jon York       2013