Is love a desire or a crush?

Can it be bottled?  Can it be rushed?

Why do we love?

Do we control?
Is it our soul?

Is love measured by:
Greater than?
Equal to?
Or Less?

Can it grow and prosper?
Left a lone, will it fester?

I have a confession to make
I am in Love and it's so great
It's equal to none
'n it's not the same

My love claims
she doesn't feel the same
'n one day she confessed
In a low tone voice .. she whispered

"I feel the same as you do
Not one sided, but it's mutual"

I couldn't believe what I heard
Was it my imagination?
Or hallucination
I was happy I could fly
Another day
I had a sigh

Was she serious?
Or just curious?

Should I wait to see?
If her love was true for me?

Maybe one day she will care
For our love and she would dare

I would measure my Love for her
By the times as I would purr

She asked:
What if I love you the same?
Will I be bored?  Will you blame?

I said then:
Our love will be great
It will grow,
Lets start the flame