LoVe....

How do you know if it is love,
Or if it is just a phase in this life?
If Angels in heaven knew up above
Would they tell or leave it to strife?

It sneaks upon you when least expected
Slows the breath and speeds the heart
When looking back would be reflected,
Not knowing when ended or when the start.

Then time stops in midthought
And turns to the one you know
lost in a stage of memories you sought
Of that one your mind would show.

Missing the presence when gone so soon
And waiting for the joyful return
That reunites the night and moon
and creates the time to learn.

That love cannot easily recognize
But comes as great surprise..