The impatience of being earnest

When it happens, it happens,

When it’s real, you know it’s real

The earnest yearning in the breast

You can’t resist

When love comes, it comes in a rush,
an over heated drive by, you can’t

Catch your breath from,

Or take the wait for it to happen

Again, or make it happen

When it must come when it comes

The tap of it knocks you to your knees

And you bleed from the need of it,

The gush flush against your face

From your heart’s race,

Your thoughts can’t keep pace of,

When it’s time, it’s time

And you can’t get it out of your mind,

The ache like a stake straight

Through the heart until it breaks,

Making it stop, then start

Only to rush and gush again,

It can never be enough,

This thing called love,

And you can never make it come

Until it comes

In a gush up inside you.