Dating : The Pull Toward Him

A poem

Is it in the look?
A smile that lights a thousand stars
Eyes that hold my future
Bright the night that holds me in
The pull toward him beckons…

Is it in the knowing?
Every line that tells a story
The way he studies mine
As if my lines have hidden meanings
The pull toward him beckons…

Is it in his steadiness?
Feet planted on firm ground
The tempest rages on around him
Yet tossed he’ll never be
Calm the winds that rip right through
The pull toward him beckons…

Is it in his love?
The unending constancy- that ‘ever-fixed mark’
That lives and swells without question
Holds me through the night
Loose the grip of fear and failings
Answer love’s siren song.