Description: Sometimes love happens when you aren't seeking it...yet it takes you over just the same. It can start out as an attraction, or a kinship, or a smile; and before you know it you are drowning inside of it and wondering when you'd jumped in...
When did this need sneak up on me?
Growing somewhere deep inside my soul
Hiding its face until just the right moment
Haunting me with it's shadowed form
Making me ache for you
When did this love consume me?
Growing from friendship
Changing into something much much more
Touching something deep within me
Giving my heart wings to fly
When did this joy release me?
Knocking down walls so carefully built
Offering me a world I had ceased to hope for
Providing me with a safe haven for my love
Giving me back my smile
When did this miracle happen?
This feeling of knowing another soul
So intimately, so openly, so completely
And this desire I feel reawakened
Each time you speak my name
lovely, your poetry is quite exquisite.... everything flowed and run very well, word choice was good. Hmm I often ponder that myself.... as I said in this one song: "When does friendship turn into love?" uhhh... there was more, can't remember it, anyway. ~Cora
You make the reader work (too hard?) to understand the phrasing that goes with a relationship of this nature. Punctuation is a dirty word and I'm typing this sucking on a lysol popsicle... However, try this:
When did this need sneak up? It grew, somewhere deep inside my soul, hiding its face 'til just the right moment, haunting me with it's shadowed form and making me ache for you.
When did this love consume? Growing from friendship then changing into something much, much more. Touching something deep within me, Giving a heart six wings to fly upon.
When did such joy release this soul? Knocking down walls so carefully built, offering a world no longer hoped for and providing a haven for this love. Giving back a smile.
When did this miracle happen? This knowing of another soul who so intimately, so openly and completely has awakened this desire why, each time you speak this name...
No 1st lady here (sorry: 1st person) but that makes it ours, not yours...