It is not what I thought it was. It locks you into place, you feel it reverberating around you. I know what love is, for others - it isn't even them, but everything you know to be peace. It's all okay, you understand the way not to move. It tells you nothing is yours spare what you've known. Their place in it doesn't disturb the stillness, it slips in so quietly as to not let you know they've come, until you look up and realize how much farther away the horizon is for what they've revealed.

You want to share it, but it always comes out sounding like desire...

That isn't it, I just appreciate it so much.

They may not know it, either, but it is enough, this place. Though they turn around it and may slip away - that won't break the stillness - or push the horizon back. It is, it was, my heart and eyes are open.

This is love.