Study, at the Water’s Edge, Berthe Morisot (1864)

What is Love

Every waking moment thoughts are of you
Even into my dreams you softly creep
A feeling no eraser can undo
Tis you in this heart forever to keep

Matter not time of day I close these eyes
You are here with glow of a golden sun
To this heart you’ll always be a surprise
Exciting ways to keep this heart you’ve won

Your pulsing velvet breath upon my skin
Turns this heart into a foundry man’s fire
While my mind becomes lost in a tailspin
You build in me a volcanic desire

Oh what an amorphous life this would be
If there were not another day of we