…this is love?


So this is love?

With each passing

second we are trust.

The minutes slide and

we’re lost to lust.

Each hour that passes

our presence becomes, must.

So this is love?

Days, weeks, months

the yearning wanderlust.

Does time separate us?

Or is it the foundation

of our trust,

for this is love.

Karen Hayward ©2017

Image and words.