a poem, someone wrote for me.

Can you feel it?
Have you felt it yourself?
That tremor,
Flutter,
Slight flip of the heart at every thought . . .
Reminisce and feel its dull tug.
Dream of the future and feel it fill.
Hope pulls it,
Fantasies stretch it,
People can break it, not you.
Heart to Heart.
Soul to Soul.
Match it.
Make it.
Hope it.
Dream it.
Love of you feeds my body.
Dreams of you feed my soul.