My Friends Wonder

My Friends Wonder

When my friends have seen me today
they have each had something to say
about the high energy of my drive...
as if I was somehow more alive.

I told them to say may be bad luck
but that the question I'd not duck:
I'm in love for the first time in years.
Happiness about it speeds up my gears.

Who, and when, and why, they'd ask
and I cautiously put them to the task
of waiting for me to find the answer.
Truthful, but I can be a mental dancer.

The first love of my life, I admitted,
who psyche and mine so closely fitted
Tween us there's no discernible distance.
And her love for me is no blind chance.

Be careful, they said, we've all tried
and we found that love often lied,
but I rebuked them without a sound.

Perhaps it's a miracle I have found
but my confidence grows by the hour.
No one else has given me such power.

No one else is with me so connected
that the slightest thought is detected,
and no other has ever made me feel
the bond that proves love is real.

So my friends wonder but I do not.

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