To me love is quite simple,
not a complicated thing,
sometimes written on a paper,
and sealed with a ring.
Sometimes carved into an oak tree,
or written out in verse.
Sometimes spoken in the words,
for better or for worse.
But all those things just demonstrate,
to others how you feel.
They are not what love is all about.
They are not what makes it real.
Real love is not just passion,
not just desire and not just lust.
Real love involves integrity,
honesty and trust.
Real love is truly everything,
and holding nothing back.
It is there in times of plenty,
and grows in times of lack.
Its the first thing that you feel,
at the start of every day,
and its with you all the time,
in what you do and what you say.
Its the reason for that smile,
that just appears on your face.
Its why you sometimes end up laughing,
wiping tears from your face.
Its that midnight warm embrace,
that soothes you as you sleep.
Its a feeling oh so wonderful,
that will sometimes make you weep.
Its the reason we accomplish,
things we never thought we could,
and find ourselves attempting,
things we swore we never would.
Love isn't just a part time thing,
in a lover that we chose.
It's a spiritual possession,
we don't ever want to lose.