What is Love?

I was working on this poem a long time ago and just picked on it recently. I was standing in my room alone, and the question suddenly popped up. What is love, and so I decided to turn it into a poem.

What is Love?

I asked myself as I stood lonely

What is Love?

I ask.. in awestruck wonder

Is it sharing what you have?

Giving up your life?

Is it slipping into another world?

Running out of words

To explain the feeling you got?

Is it saying you’ll do anything?

Or giving up on everything?

Just for one more night?

Is it feeling anxious?

Or maybe it's your actions?

That reveal your strongest passion?

 Is it the Ultimate sacrifice

Or is it the crazy fantasize

That define the meaning

Of Love?

Is it waiting an eternity?

Or facing an adversity?

To be with that one person

Who you can’t live without?

If love is just a feeling

Then why is it that living

Doesn’t feel complete

Without sweet ol love.

So I ask again

What is Love?

And as I stand alone and weary

With my eyes full of tears and blurry

I hear the word that whispers

through the cold winds of winter

That Love is truly Everything… and I let myself believe that.

Author's Note

This is pretty much my first attempt to write poetry, so your feedback would be really appreciated