What Was This Feeling Called Love? Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

Is this true love? What else should it be?
Holding your heart in my hands, breathing your ecstasy.

Moving into the space where you were,
Absorbing your substance from the air.

Feeling your vibrations in the walls,
Hearing your voice in the bird calls.

Knowing you’re around takes away all pain,
Helps this lost soul find his way again.

Through all that I do, I’m glad there is you,
To show me, that your very love is true.