The feeling of love

I wrote this in September, when in The Netherlands. I didn't have a title for it then, so it is in retrospect that I've coined 'The feeling of love' today.

Who brings love into my life? My everyday life
With so many as 24 hours, who is that who brings love!
I am afraid to count the blessings,
The precious feelings, lest they disappear.
I wake every morning, grateful
For the previous day and the one I see,
Afraid to count my blessings, lest they fade away.

How can too much love be a problem! Many would ask I'm sure...
How can I explain how afraid I am
Of enjoying the love in my life.
I talk to my God - what are you doing! I ask
No answer comes to me
My head against the wall, looking up at the sky - it's beautiful
I see the wonder in it, and in my life.
But still no answer comes to me.

Deep breaths I take, turning attention to the kettle,
Make my coffee, pick up the cup.
The Day begins, I forget my question
Hoping a reason will appear. My attention is shifting
And still no answer from above.
Coffee in hand, aimless sipping
A cat to distract I find!
The joy it brings fails to deduct
The love that's in my life.