Love of a Different Sort

How do i know this is love?
Untested that it is -
to be flighty and know of no sorrow.
Where the voice and the body
ever so present...
How to know this fondness lasts
for dreams cloud my thoughts?
Be there a love beyond?
Where the water have passed...
To dream of those in fairy tales -
But a fool wishing to be in love indeed!
Where does age and beauty lie?
And to love and be loved in return,
are these foolish childish thoughts?
To these I cling and of these I am torn.
To grow up and know that I have not.
There is no love in this love,
for that is love of a different sort.

Written on Jan. 1, 2002. Revised on May 30, 2003.