Let's Play 20 Questions
How do you know when you've found love?
Does your heart beat, erratic against your chest;
Or does it stop to breathe, suspended in time?
Do moments together feel like a million years;
Or do they fly by in fleeting whispers?
Does your mind gain the clarity of a sunny day;
Or does it become squishy as mush?
Does love taste heady like old wine;
Or is it the sweetness of fruit juice?
Does it give you strength;
Or does it turn your limbs to melting rubber?
Does its wonders keep you awake;
Or does it, peaceful, lull you into deep sleep?
Is love the Sahara,
Stripping off layers of defenses with its warmth;
Or is it Antarctica,
Snuffing out the inferno that burns within you?
Does it change you,
Moulding like a seasoned potter;
Or does it keep you as you are,
Hailing you a wonderful masterpiece?
Is it the whirlwind sweeping you off your feet;
Or is it the gentle breeze slowly seeping through your pores?
Does love make you strong;
Or is love your weakness?
Is love the chaos of war;
Or is it the serenity of peace?