A Definition of Love, Or Something Like It

Love….I'm

not quite sure if

I know what

it is.

 

But….I think

it involves

seeing

the

bloody mess

that people really

are,

and still

putting up with their s**t

because you honestly

believe

in the incredible

person

they can still

become.

 

It involves

seeing

people at their absolute

worst,

and still

knowing,

and still

believing

that even if they

never change,

they always are and

always have been

beautiful.

 

It's that

friend

you can talk to about

anything.

 

It's that

person who

catches

your eye

and

stutters

your heart.

 

It's not a

feeling,

by any means.

 

It's the

work

it takes to

rear

a wayward

child.

 

It’s the

patience

it takes to

care

for an aging

spouse.

 

Love

is

many

things.

 

But perhaps, my

favorite:

Love

is to be

enveloped

in outstretched

arms

that patiently

waited,

and to be

cradled

in the gentle

palms

of nail-pierced

hands

that hold the universe

together.

 

But, although my

favorite,

that is the

love

that I least,

if at all,

understand.

Author's Note

This is something I actually wrote a while back. I’ve always wondered what to do with it—it wasn’t a poem or a story, just….a definition of sorts. Not sure what it’s worth, but…..well, I’ve always wanted to share it. I appreciate anything you guys have to say.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

I liked the pattern of words the poem made

[Siren]

thank you for reading [: i was iffy about it, so im glad it worked.

[quinfinn]

well, Siren, damned if you didn't completely nail this one! your wisdom is showing, and you may color me sincerely and duly impressed! well penned and perfectly on point!

[Siren]

*sheepish grin*
thanks, quinny..... im glad i dragged it out. evidently it was worth it. [:

[quinfinn]

well worth it!