Love Poem by Alex Night

My kind friend with a gentle voice or the brunette
with orange cleats and short bark
as a laugh.
What do you think of love?
What is it?
Springing unannounced
from intense passions
that simply cannot
be satisfied.
Who are they
but a copy
of whom you wish to be?
They of the sparkling brown eyes.
Their gaze so familiar,
they shake you to pour your
soul out.
Of the curling hair
that makes you want to
push it all away from the eyes
so you can see him
and he can see you.
The questioning touch
so gentle.
Say it
not verbally
say yes.