Love Is A Verb

When love is a noun
It feels strangely like own.
It is clawing and clinging
And can’t be alone.

It demands to be treated
To all of the best.
It will follow you endlessly
Without any rest.

When love is a verb
It has movement and flow.
It is generous and giving
With no need to know.

It assumes that the magic
That shows up each day
Is a part of the natural
Dynamics in play.

Susan McNeal Velasquez
2006