Wavering sentiments

When is it we love? Not ourselves but the other?
When is it we see them and not the way they look at us?
When is it we truthfully open our hearts?
Not just to have a quick taste - but to let them in?
When is it we elope with the idea of two people as one?
When is it we dream not just our dream but theirs?
When is it we actually allow ourselves to be caught?
Not just for a little while - but for a lingering moment
When the air seems to chill all but our lips -
And that promise of a life shared grants us an inner smile
When is it we feel content?
When it is we feel ready?
What does it take to fall in love?
To take an offered hand glady?