It is not about ownership

It is not about ownership

The need to control,

Take charge

Or even to be needed.

Neither is it a fear

Of being on your own

With no-one to care

When illness strikes

Or to share

When good fortune

Comes to call

Although some things

Are best experienced

With someone else

Not just anyone will do

For the moment

To be special

It needs the person

Beside you

To be wholly special too.

It is not just the company

A wall, to bounce ideas off,

Or send them

Back and forth

Like a tennis ball.

Keeping the rally alive,

Even when it

Might be easier

To let it go

And claim the point,

That can be laughed about,

Time and time again,

Over a drink with friends,

Or alone together,

Snuggled up on the sofa

In front of the fire,

With hot chocolate,

And fondant memories.

More than this,

It is a feeling

That is hard to define,

But grows in the heart

Ripens like grapes on the vine.

It is an ache

That grows stronger

The longer she’s gone.

It is the wonder

Of knowing

She is really the one.

It is the look she gives

When walking away.

The kiss on the lips

That sends a charge

From the top of your head,

And out,

Through your tingling, finger tips.

But it is more than this.

More than lust

Or carnal desire.

It is a flame

That burns stronger

And higher,

With each passing day

Until it consumes

All of your doubt.

And you come to know

What this is all about.

It is love that you feel.

And you know

Now,

It is magically precious,

And wonderfully real.