When Love Begins

When does it start?
That first tug at your heart
When her eyes transcend green to
aurora borealis staring back at you?

When golden brown takes on
an entirely new meaning
As you watch the sunlight
caress her head
When does love begin?

When you cannot bear
the thought of living without
her laugh, her face, her heart?

I do not know
I can only tell you
That when it does happen
It will not end with death,
Searing words or the famine
Of distance.

Indeed, nothing was sweeter than
The day he took my hand
Bowed in utter helplessness
and passion.

His words, only for me, only for me.
My words, only for him, only for him now.

When does love begin?
Will it ever end?
Don't ponder it any more
The night is passing
Go dance with her.