When is love, love, and not infatuation?
When is infatuation, love, and not just fascination?
How do we separate love from being intrigued?
The depth of the sea and the height of the sky
can be measured
But how do we measure the height and depths
Infatuation or love...only time will tell
Love…like a falling star. Beginning slowly…
A gentle, descent from the heavens
Gradually, increasing in speed and intensity,
A spark... a glow... a momentary white hot flame,
And then it is gone forever
May you be lucky enough to catch the star