Because Love Is

From a cynical point of view.

Because love is about giving,

And not taking;

I don’t know if I want to love:

I take nurture from my parents,

And I take happiness being with him.

 

Because love isn’t so much about touching,

Than about understanding;

I don’t know if I want to love:

I always hold his hands,

And I always cry in my mother’s arms when I’m sad.

 

Because love is a commitment,

And not so much a feeling,

I don’t know if I know what love is:

What is that sense of happiness at family gatherings?

What is that rush when I’m with him?

Author's Note

Speaking from half experience and half inexperience :)