The feel?

Love is…

Wait, young girl

You are oh so innocent –

And much too young

To fill your head

With such thoughts…

‘What is love?’

The young girl thinks on,

Despite the old man’s warning.

Is love better described

By the innocent girl

Or the broken one?

What makes me

Love you so?

‘T is the way

You talk

So gently, so… poetic…

‘T is the way

You walk

So strong yet so… graceful.

Or is it?

Could it be

Just you?

 

My stomach tightens

As you near,

And your eyes glaze

When we kiss.

Could this be why

I love you so?

 

The feel of your naked body

Pressed against mine

Oh so sweetly

But is it rather

The feel of the steel

Slipping upon my wrist…

Which is love?

 

Is love even true or real?

Or is love just a word

We gave a shared obsession

To make us feel better?

 

Adrenaline begins to

Pour through my veins

And consume me

Just as that

Natural scent of yours

Consumes my senses…

 

Is any or all of this

What this thing you call

“Love” can so simply be

Summarized as or is it

All so much more

Complex than just this?

And if it really is

So much more complicated,

Then how can love be

Explained in words

Other than

“I love you”?

 

In truth,

Love cannot be explained

In words of any language

Formed to mean

Or explain fully.

Love just… is.