What Kind Of Love Is This?

As I sit and write these words
     I'm reminded of something I once heard.
Someone once said there are many kinds of love
     When I say "I love you" which love am I speaking of?

Is it love of passing fancy,
     Infactuation or a risk too chancey?
Is it something I think I feel,
     or is something there that makes it real?

Is this a feeling that will someday pass,
     or a committment to something I want to last?
What type of love this is and to what degree
     doesn't matter as long as you feel the same for me.

- Thomas Briston  (August 1, 1997)