Defining the Undefinable

The closest I have ever gotten to defining it, and it's still far off. Yes. I'm a fool, but that's okay with me.

Ai ni Aishiteiru.

I am in love with love.

 

I'll come out and say it.

I'll dance in the streets and shout it out at the top of my lungs

that

I am in love with love.

 

Some might ask me, well, what is love to you?

I'll say:

What is it not?

 

Love is simple, yet so complex.

Love carries all other emotions on it's sleeve.

Love is a being.

 

Others think I am a fool to believe

That I am a fool to think that love will never fail me

That when the day comes when my world has fallen to pieces

when chaos surrounds me

and when everything and everyone around me has turned away

that I will still love.

 

Only fools fall in love?

I feel like the biggest one of all

because I have fallen in love, with love.

 

Love is patient

Love is kind,

 

I aim to be kind

and I am willing to wait.

 

Love always trusts,

Love always protects,

Love always hopes,

and Love does not judge.

 

Love can bring out the best in people

but love can bring out the worst as well.

This complexity and profoundness astonishes me.

It blows my mind and it takes hold of my heart.

It whispers in my ear and tells me

that everything will be alright.

 

Love has made me strong

in ways no one, not even myself, can see.

But I can feel it, faintly.

 

Love has made me vulnerable

in ways I have never thought I'd be.

But I'm in no rush to brush it away.

 

When I love, I find myself afraid and insecure as much as I find myself happy.

I am so vulnerable to the heartbreak on the other side of the door

that even at the slightest hint of rejection, my world falls to pieces.

But through all of this, I still love.

 

Love has made me frustrated,

it has overpowered all my other emotions

like it never has before.

 

It took up the seat of power within my mind

and it seems to dictate everything I do

and everything I think and feel,

and it does so blindly.

 

When I love, I find myself unable to be angry.

I never seem to find any wrongs anywhere, except within myself.

Because it makes no sense to me.

It makes absolutely no sense

that everything that happens

in my life

is not my fault.

 

In my eyes,

I am guilty,

The blood is on my hands,

and the stains aren't washing away.

 

Love is not only the sugar coated candy bar feeling you get when you're happy.

Love is not only romantic, nor only what you feel for your family and friends.

Love is rugged, and sharp.

It will cut into your mind and emotions,

pierce your heart, and invade your being.

Love can work you up

and it can also bring you down.

 

But in the end, love is sweet.

Love is pure.

Love is without condition.

 

What is love?

 

What is it not?

 

 

Author's Note

I couldn't concentrate in church today. But I did hear the pastor say something about love. So I wrote this. My train of thought changes a lot throughout this, but it's what what was in my head at the time, and I didn't want to revise it, it's kind of like, raw thought. An out-pour of them.

Reviews

[Orlando Murcia]

Well job well done
my pastor would never
preach about love a lot
just helping others and
preaching the good news

I guess in some way that is
love too

Great write

Orlando M

[Jacky Bones]

nice
and on a side note
isn't love a judgement?