Now anyone who knows me,
knows I don't write love-poems.
But you should also know
that when I have something so say,
by God, I'm gonna say it.
What is love?
A question so often debated.
Many say that what they need
is to be told,
"you're beautiful",
"you're brilliant",
"you're wonderful",
"you light my way".
But what use are such meaningless words?
It's only sentences strung together,
simply telling, talking, speaking, rambling,
it's not love.
Some say love is the sensing,
kissing, lips pressed together,
holding, arms wrapped tight,
smelling, drifting, lingering odors,
feeling, hearts pounding,
blood roaring,
voices calling....
How foolish.
You should know
that is not love,
those symptoms describe lust,
don't get confused.
And some say love is the closeness,
the joining of two souls,
the lost and found
to be found and lost,
the listening, the talking,
the meaning every word!
Love is not lust,
it is not simply speaking,
simply telling.
Love is meaning every thing,
every touch counting.
Love is enjoying the appetizers
just as much or even more
than the main course.
Love is truly being interested
in EVERYTHING your One may say.
Love is NEVER wanting someone else.
Love would drive you to the ends of the Earth,
the depths of hell and back
just to find your One again.
Love is meaning it every time you say
or your One says:
"you're beautiful",
"you're brilliant",
"you're wonderful",
"you light my way".
Love is saying those things and MEANING it!
Love is faceless,
blind and deaf.
It is a feeling,
a sureness in your soul.
A form of intuition.
Love is KNOWING
that you will be there for your One
FOREVER,
and embracing that thought.
But put more simply,
love is love.
It is not lust,
not passion,
not touching,
not telling,
not seeing,
not smelling.
It is love.
A feeling in your very soul,
causing you to see your One
only as they are.
To see their every flaw
and want to be with them more.
Love is a far deeper,
a far more complex thing
than we give credit for.
Tossing the word around
like it's a joke,
not really meaning it.
"I love that shirt",
"I love that dress",
"I love sports",
"I love television".
But when we do say
"I love you",
It is a far, far different matter.
Love isn't such a light thing.
Love cannot be put into terms,
there are no true words,
no real way of understanding.
It cannot be bought and sold,
nor can it be sought for.
It is merely to be found,
because the only word that's ever gotten close
to describing such a mind-boggling conundrum is
"love".
And that's all there is to it.
