It’s funny. You take the smallest finger, the pinky…but pair it with another and it forms the initial stages of love.  Not quite completely holding hands–yet an unfledged electricity connects.  

Patience

I see love—

Whistling as gently as the wind that whittles in spring;

In all forms

Blooming brilliantly as blossoming buds.

Faultlessly flowing,

Giving the glow of a thousand suns.

I see love—

Laughing

Holding

Growing

And then fully developing

Into a vibrant vision described as love.

A vision that sings

The sweet sonnets of love.

Sung to willing ears,

Willing to hear—and respond.

I see love—

In self,

Reflected from the mirror of me.

A patient love

Waiting to give love

Waiting to touch love

Waiting…

To feel love.