Where's the line between true love and puppy love?
Is there even really such a word?
What was the coiner thinking?
Loved laced with infidelity, sure.
How about young love, love that was tucked away in the shelves of time? Stored in the farthest reaches of our mind, hibernating,
Yet moves our hearts with its presence.
Singeing our lips with its delight; our skin, burned by its intensity.
Love that haunts us, until we find a diversion to keep it at bay.
So strong, you feel it's knock in a room flooded with blaring noise.
The thought of this person, scares you.
Yet this fear, is accompanied with hope—that there's something cherishable in this world.
But despite all this, I cannot fathom how someone can still call it, puppy love.
I guess puppy love could just be that providence sent to stir our hearts.
The taste, to enable us to see what's worth loving, what makes us click.
A love, that reveals us what kind of love, we should love.