There’s a special kind of love
in the moment when a six year old girl
first notices the half moon in the afternoon sky
crying out “MOM, WHAT’S THAT?”
There’s a special kind of energy
that never goes away
when the first sight of your lover
ignites fireworks in the air.
There’s a special kind of laugh
that escapes from the lips
of the novice tarot reader
the first time the cards speak to her.
There’s a special kind of emotion
that breaks open the heart
of a yogi who touches his toes
after years of reaching.
Smitten is the love that blows you over,
makes your head spin with light,
and pulls your head high,
filling your stomach with electricity.
It happens every time you show me your inner child,
every time Nature reveals her beauty,
every time my body moves more freely,
and every moment that love shines through.