if it had not been.

if it had not been for the
spur of the moment, extra courageous
outburst of desperation,

would you and me together forever
be more than just a figment of my imagination.

would this never felt this way feeling be felt
thanking god endlessly for the hand which i was dealt.

would so good be so good or simply second rate
a sucker for love i willingly fell victim to your bait.

tender pleasant union of soft protrudes adored
daily build up of allegiance carefully stored.

shamelessly loving that which does not know
that a seasons passing made more than just the trees grow.

this part is called love.