Can you fall in love –

The same way you fell once?

Or is the river of love, like the river of time:
you can never step in the same stream twice?

Do we fall because of who they are – or do we fall because of who we are?
Does that question even make sense?

Perhaps I’m thinking about this all wrong,
And love is nothing more than appreciation intersecting adoration.

And in the infinity of the half-steps in between – one can spend their whole life wandering from one love to the next.

That doesn’t sound so bad,
Nor does it sound impossible.
To meet more than one,
or two, or three –
with whom you are enamored.

Actually,
it sounds quite nice,
the perfect little vice –
For someone like me,
who believes love is found and given freely.