Falling In..

In the realm of love, a question's posed, Do we fall for another, or our own disclosed? Do we love the person, or the way they make us feel? Is it the other, or our own heart that's real? Some say it's the joy, the calm, the peace, The sense of being wanted, the love that never ceases. But others claim it's more, a deeper dive, A connection to oneself, a love that's hard to define. Do we fall in love with someone's gentle touch, Or the way they make us feel, like we're enough? Or do we fall in love with our own reflection, The version of ourselves, that's brought to perfection? Perhaps it's both, a delicate dance, Between the love for another, and our own romance. A love that's not just about the other, but about us too, A love that's complex, and multifaceted, and true.