To feel love is to feel attachment -

to feel that your happiness depends, entirely, on another;

as if your heart no longer belongs to

you -

as if you do not own your own emotions

those that froth and foam in your mind.

Belonging, instead, to the sweetheart to whom you are smiling at

with great blushing affection -

sometimes painful, at times

excruciating;

sometimes astoundingly pleasant.

A surprise, a joy, a blissful comfort,

in tangled limbs and whispered words, in loving -

love, a strange attachment,

a conversation between hungry hearts.

Giving your heart away,

believing,

naively, it will be safe --