you say you love her
while your fingers trace another
while you eye the other girls
while you still think you love her
let me tell you what the **** love is because
clearly you don't get it
love is when no one else is as beautiful
as the one you get to call yours
love is when you come home to her and she's the real home
love is watching her fall apart and holding her while it happens
love is the feeling in your heart you get when you kiss her
when your tongues unravel into each others bones
when the poetry you try to write isn't enough to capture her beauty
you use sunsets as a metaphor for her
and your love cannot be broken
because your love is real art
your love is true love
and your love is buried into each others souls
thats what love is
and she deserves it