Love is just a word,
A noun and a verb,
A feeling, an idea,
A moment or eternity.
It is yin and yang,
It is heaven and hell-
A fruit meant for two,
And its planted seed-
That moment of doubt
On a roller coaster's peak,
The reason we wake
Or we're too mad to sleep,
A year of preparation
For a minute of glee;
Love is imperfect,
If perfection we seek.
It may come as a "hi"
Or the silence of the eyes,
It is the first kiss,
And remembering those we miss.
Love is four letters,
In this human, human language-
It is the privilege we get,
For the burden of our being.