I KNOW WHAT LOVE IS

I KNOW WHAT LOVE IS

I know what love is. I know it's a compromise. I know that love is a pull and push of give and take... But it is not a sacrifice. It should not require a screw and a hammer to chip away pieces and let them fly like a feather. Love does not ask you to turn a blind eye and let it go, it does not ask you to swallow gulps and then parts of you be away with and tow. Love does not ask you to kill your person and live without a cause or reason. This is not love. This is not the love I know. 

The love I know... the love I know... 

The love I know asks for respect: Respect the person that I am; respect the place and people from which I came, respect my mind, soul and body for all that it can attain. Respect the me, myself and I; respect that I love and for love give to you as Love. Respect and honesty are of the same trend and brand.

The love I know asks for passion, compassion, kindness and comfort. It asks for you to be a source of peace, one that comes naturally to keep, a solace in which the inner being speaks. A hamper that holds dear, fears loss and steers clear of attack and defensive armour.

The love I know asks for forgiveness and redemption, accepting the truth when you have faltered and fallen. It patiently endures the flaws that hold back but persistently progresses to improve and perfect with tact. It learns to level and calibrate, to balance so that love can prosper and celebrate. 

I know what love is. And it is not this. I know what love is and it is not a constraint. I know what love is and it doesn't let fall... I know what love is... It is a rise above all.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[SOUL LESS]

To everyone, love is something different. It has no definition or description.
Sometimes love is unconditional, sometimes demeaning, sometimes just pain, sometimes joy and ecstasy. It just is: no one really knows what it is.

So yes, love demands respect and care and honesty, Love is forgiveness and redemption and, but that is but a fraction of what love is.

Many poets have tried to define it. Many authors. Many men of high knowledge and valour. Yet all have grasped but bits of it, for love is not found in books or halls of great art. It is found in everything in this great universe, from the ants as they scurry home to the Men and Women as they love each other. And yet, we cannot say what it is: for it is not one thing, it is everything.

The hardest thing to know is when to let go. But love is never a choice, otherwise who would choose a path of such exquisite pain?

[-Scribe in Style-]

Well Written dear friend..
Love is with all the soul and none at all.. Love in all its definitions will remain undefined:)
Thank you for taking the time.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear friend.
"I know what love is. And it is not this. I know what love is and it is not a constraint. I know what love is and it doesn't let fall... I know what love is... It is a rise above all."
Love is hard work. Takes two people working together and wanting the same things. Thank you for sharing your amzing words and your thoughts.

Coyote

[Centfie]

I agree with this definition of love. Especially with the parts of what love is not.