Was It Love?

Was it love, actually, that stole your heart—

…or just a promise of a new beginning?

Was it love that whispered: “This one is different;”

the connection made on a cerebral level,

or found in the effortless banter,

the instant smile, the easy laughter…

Was it love that captured the day,

hastened your heart beat, swept you away,

made your palms sweat, kept you from sleeping?

Did you pass it off as some sort of illness

   perhaps the flu?

Or was it love, actually,

that brought you to this place…

this sacred space,

   I share with you.

© Ginny Brannan 2017

The suggestion for Day 8 of NaPoWriMo suggested composing a poem that relies on repetition.