The Presence of Love

What could I say to the feelings of love?
Could I be contempt to the signs of nothing?
Was a question viewed without an answer?
Or was I dying over the thoughts of love?

To love, to like, or to see,
what can a feeling do to thee?
I could not fall upon a question,
without the thought of a sensation.

Were my words too deep to this,
the feelings of a wonderous kiss?
Could I be falling to a deep uncare,
or was there something else in the air?

To love a woman, you would have to know,
for, is this love, or just a hole?
To love one soul, you must have shared,
to come to the presence of here!