To a dear friend who asked. This is my humble answer:
Love is hard, love is easy, love sneaks up on you and tackles you to the ground, and sometimes,
Love sits quietly waiting to be noticed.
Love sighs
Love whispers
Love gets tired, but never flags.
Love is not.
Love is.
What is love? You know love as you know breath.
You will recognize it,
Sometimes too late.
Love is life,
And love destroys.
Some of us live whole and complete without love,
And some do not.
You asked me what love is…
Love overlooks
Love glosses over
Love allows
Love permits
Love takes chances
Love is brave
Love is giving
Love is ephemeral as air,
But real as hard rock.
You will find love
If you seek it.
Love exists in dark forgotten corners,
Love exists in glaring light.
It is never comfortable before you encounter love,
But when you do,
It’s a relief.
Love is there,
Somewhat forgotten,
In the space between getting and giving your all.
