Who is Love?
Love perched itself on my windowsill whispering sweet morning dew filling my lungs with the fragrance of sunrise.
Love caressed my hair, my lips, my breasts, and my fingertips touching spaces know only to me.
Only love would know where to touch and when, how to move and flow bringing forth sweet nectar birthed by my loins.
I surrender to the intimacy only Love could know.
As I awaken from this dream I ask and I receive the answer to  my quest for a perfect love.
Who is Love but ME.