I wonder.

I don't know what love is,

or if I've found it yet.

But I imagine it's like a shooting star,

a rarity to get.

 

I wonder what it feels like,

are the butterflies real?

Or is it just an illusion,

something you can't truly feel.

 

I wonder if it's wonderful,

I bet you that it is.

I wonder if it gives you a giddy feeling,

like we got when we were kids.

 

It reminds me of a treasure chest,

something that never gets old.

You search forever to find it,

then marvel at your gold.

 

I wonder when I'll find this love,

my own piece of the sun.

Burning bright and passionate,

a feeling that could never be undone.

 

 

Reviews

[Yours Truly]

I think this is very well done. I enjoy the line; "But I imagine it's like a shooting star,
a rarity to get"
I think it kind of touches home base because everybody wonders what true love feels like. I think you've captured the question quite nicely in this poem.
Kudos!