Falling In Love Poem by Alla Bozarth

It begins
with the eyes,
usually,
or the voice—
a look, a spark—
something evokes
a warmth,
a sweetness
rising
in the chest—
attraction,
the tone
of skin
or voice,
the fragrance
of hair—a certain
graceful way
of moving—
but this is
not love.

Then you speak,
and the stories
begin to amaze,
arouse, delight
you, and
admiration
takes hold as
a vibration
of recognition
between
your minds.
But this
is not love.

Then the proximity
of time and lives
brings you brushing
softly around and
against each other’s
aura in the normal
course of things,
and affection
finds you
in each other’s
energy fields,
and you feel
the heat
of your bodies
merging,
the shared smile or glance,
the occasional hug
in greeting
or farewell,
perhaps a light
touch of lips
on cheek or hand
or lips.
This is nearly love,
but not yet.

Then, one moment
when you are not
looking for it,
you suddenly
bring your eyes
around to meet
the eyes of this
brave and wonderful
being before you,
and you find
you are in
the presence
of God
being
beckoned
by a miracle

to move forward
and step off
the known world
with another
soul
exactly like
and impossibly
unlike yourself,
and it happens
to both of you,
and you are
in love.


This poem is from the books, Falling in Love with Fire;
Falling in Love with Light and Kissed by Lightning and
Left for Dead by Alla Renée Bozarth, copyright 2011.
All Rights Reserved.