It’s easy to fall in love–
Too easy as I’ve found.
One look, the briefest touch,
Is all it takes to fall all over again.
I know its causes too well:
It’s those big doe eyes in hazel or blue;
It’s the silk-smooth hair, worn long;
It’s the blush, the meek smile, the lingering eyes.
But these are only the beginning stage.
I cannot tell how it transforms
From innocent attraction to protective desire–
A wish to be possessed and to call another “my own”.
These loves cannot all be true,
Though each ending has torn at my heart.
Someday, love will be restorative,
And love will patch together these broken pieces.