Robert Safuto

I feel a tremor inside when I think of her
Passing across my field of view in a crowded room
Climbing across me on the bed where we lie
Ready to catch up with herself on an early morning

Now I know
I know the question
What is love
Love is the here and now and she is here

I am easily tumbled
I am eager to please
To find what I can give
She gives without knowing

And I know she is somewhere
As the afternoon wears on
As the sun falls lower to the west
The cries of joy from children capture my feeling

And I can't recall the moment before these feelings began