It Is Love.

My heart races
and my hands shake
when you look  
straight into my eyes.
Is it love?

I am myself;
no mask, no hiding,
no persona when I am
with you.
Is it love?

With others
I have to pretend,
for fear I am too intense.
They cannot handle me,  
but you embrace me.
Is it love?

You know my every secret,
my every wound and
fear. But,
while others would turn away,
you tell me I will be okay.
Is it love?

Long nights have passed
with heartbreaking moment,
but you are forever by my side.
My fears prevent fun,
and turn away friends
but still you stay.
Tell me,
is it love?

You talk about the future,
we talk about the past.
Secrets are shared throughout
the long nights wrapped in your arms,
whispers of bloodshed and misery.
I tell you things I am afraid
to tell myself.
Is it love?

Hallucinations rule my life,
terrors rule the night
and things unseen are everywhere.  
But you prevent the worst
from happening,
you calm the storm raging  
inside my mind.
Is it love?

My body bleeds for you;
my mind yearns for you.
We have molden into one.  
Is it love?

Passion is abundant;
we are connected beyond
the mind can comprehend.
My pain becomes yours,
and yours mine.
I whisper through  
the fog,
I love you.