what is love?

iron-butterfly Poems

tell me what is love? i thought i knew on that saturday evening when the stars were shining like the slick pavement on a beautiful rainy night but all i knew was the beat of your steady heart. is it the same thing? i love the rain so do you it matches our souls dark and beautiful in times when there aren’t words to say it expresses us in a silent way saying this aloud for the first time: it seems cliché but then again so is “i love you” and i do, i do, i say it all the time or at least i think it so as far as cliché may go at the moment while i love you (or at least I think i do for I don’t know what love is…yet) i don’t mind. so what is love? is it a game of pretend? is it more than the sum of its parts? or is it the merging of two lonely souls chasing each other like a dog after its tail? when i bite the coin, will it bend under my teeth? only time will tell and time is a harsh mistress she will not yield to anything no matter how politely you ask her. and as for now i do not know the answer what is love? i want to know so that i’ll know when i am in it and not let another opportunity slip away between my fingers before i get the chance to grasp it i want to know what love is but most important i don’t want it from just any old face or any old place the fact is in a rain-soaked epiphany that melted the ink of your all-too-rare smile into my spinning mind indelible, not to be erased i realized something i might want it from you and you alone so tell me please what is love? tell me so I might know if we can have it or if I might feel it for you