Here it was again,
the first blush of love
unfettered by doubts, or fears
or personal politics…
the wondrous sensation
so casually waved off as infatuation
by a world of jealous cynics
who should be so lucky
as to have such a reckless,
divine emotion
pulling their hearts
into foolish and joyful places.
D. Anslow
There’s nothing like it…