The Meeting of Your Sparks

I remember…
…playing in the snow and throwing snowballs at each other.  You wore your favorite earmuffs.

American playwright, poet & novelist Natalie Clifford Barney (1876 –1972)
When you’re in love
you never really know
whether your elation
comes from the qualities
of the one you love, or
if it attributes them to her;
whether the light
which surrounds her like a halo
comes from you, from her,
or from the meeting of your sparks.