Is this love?

When our eyes meet
you told me of your diarrhea
too many mussels

But it doesn't matter
Any topic is special
two people bonded

Implict understanding
when to talk
what to say

No fear
nature's mating ritual
over millions of years has seen to that

It will not cloud the perfect mate
with fear
It will open the gates

The gates to our hearts
wherever that may be
Are opened and channels connect

more than conversation
we are laying down tram lines
for future journeys

hours,
and years spent together
A lover's heart is eternally hopeful