Not the love that watches.
Not the love that waits.
Not the love that bides its time.
Not the love that obeys the clock, the traffic, laws of the season and reason.
But the love that is here and now..
Like an impetuous embrace,
The sweat on the brow,
The sun on the skin, 
Like dew on the lip.

Love that laps at the shores and fills them up to the brim.
Love that laughs and stands up to be counted. Stakes its claim and dances to a tune no one can hear. 

Love that seeks. And finds.  Is found. And never lets go.