What Love Is

I don't know what love is.


I don't know
if it's a look,
a smile,
or a kiss.


But I know it's something
I want one day


When do you know
you love someone?


Do you just wake up
one day and figure it out
or is it a decision you make?


I don't know how
it suddenly happens
then sometimes fades with time.


Is it temporary
or eternal?


Does it have
an expiration date
and is there a way
to make it last longer?


Do you love a person
or how they make you feel
or both?


Is loving
being in love wrong?


Should a fluttering heart
warn you that it's not love,
but something more superficial?


Or is that
a sign of true love?


Is a quickened heartbeat
something I should hope for?


Can it ever be
completely selfless?


Is unconditional love
even possible?


I might be a hopeless romantic
but I draw the line there.


Humans are inherently
self-centered and hypercritical.


I believe happily ever after
is a viable goal
but it's not easy to get there.

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life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

I haven't looked at love in

I haven't looked at love in such a way as this in a very long time. I wish I knew any of the answers to those questions but I don't believe anyone could answer them. Love has many faces, and we are destined to beconfused  forever.  Anyhow, I really enjoyed this poem and I look forward to reading more! 



"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

smooth's picture


love is ecstatic euphoria yes it fades