This came to me in like an hour some week and a half ago. I'm probably not going to tweak it because I'd like to preserve it just as it popped into my head. (I don't really know what category of poetry it goes under if this isn't the one. Maybe dramatic?)





"What Is Love?"



[pre:e891082ee0]We speak of love,

    To those held dear;

We tell them,

    “I really care”;

But they bear witness

    To the fact:

        Love is nothing,

        Unless we act.



Just one has done this,

    As we might;

Everyday,

    He used no spite;

Searching,

    Love turned to light;

Us who could not make it right – 

    Us who swung the heavy weight – 

Saved by the act love:

    In obedience to someone above.



When you see me,

    Speak to me, hear;

Remember him,

    Who gave his all,

That I might love.



So in that name – 

    That perfect name – 

Even though I'm bound

    To hurt – 

I care for you,

    I act for you. . .

        I love you.[/pre:e891082ee0]