Potential, there goes that word again
It can sometimes be just as intoxicating as love
Fills your mind and cradles your heart with so many ”what ifs”
The anticipation filling your womb with frenzied butterflies
Excitement causing your heart to flutter
Potential, perhaps a preclude to love or
Just a mere possibility of what could potentially never be
But the thought of what could be
Feeds the desire to obtain what now should be
More than just potentially.