No more

It's funny

No, quite interesting really

How my words seem to revolve

Around one central idea

Love,

I don't see why not

However, I also don't see why

I've never been one to write such

Poems of love

Much-less think of love

How I wish the word would be

Wiped from existence

So that it may be a feeling

A way of being

Not something to be defined

By meaningless phrases

Thought to delight the senses

And bring about smiles,

Tears of joy, and laughter

Nor remind us of times spent

It shouldn't be a thought in your head

Call me a hypocrite

I don't care but I believe

You should

Feel the memories bubbling in your chest

Caress the wind that plays in your hair

Emanate the warmth 

The sun has spent soaking into your skin

Feel the awareness, that sensation

Overwhelming passion

That is unbearable in so many ways

But soothing to your very core

The words that escape your tongue

I...

I do not know what love is, not exactly

I don't know how it should feel

How it should be

There are so many forms

Maybe too man

I pray I never write of it again

That such a word never

Rolls off my tongue

Such a word cannot contain

So many emotions

Feelings

Lives

And yet it seems

It is the only word formidable

Enough to represent an infinite language