I've asked myself so many times in the midst of questioning, doubting, fumbling, feeling, crying or smiling,
What is love?
It's timidly daring to believe in feelings unsaid When you first notice the glimmer of a stutter in your voice or start hedging your words when she's brought up When you start dreaming of what you'd say or everything you'd do to get her to notice you
It's a never-ending pain that steals away your sleep and siphons your self-esteem when its taken away by fate, calamity or to another man's bed The nights you race to stay awake never quite seem to abet the weight pressing in on your chest You'll grow to regret time you'll call wasted And hate the absence of trivial insignificance Life will seem pointless, unbearable and cruel Without another to provide your days fuel
It's a burning desire that starts with a whisper a touch, maybe a kiss Races through till your mind is parched Nothing remaining but thoughts of curves, moans, release
It's a silent compromise that you'll never dare tell with no one privy except yourself Looking from afar at the object of your desire you'll build them up into perfection while the world seems to put up a million obstructions telling you she's out of reach, too good and obviously not interested It might be fear, obligation, friendship Any number of things will stand in the way and let you punish yourself through and through for as long as you want to
It's an unstoppable joy No one can deny When the arrow flies true Not walls of concrete Nor carpets of glue Will stop you from smiling at thoughts of the things you'll do The sky could be purple, coriander, or just plain blue Neither of you will care one bit Or even have a clue All that matters is right there in front of you When you finally say I do
It's the defining facet of just what it means to be human Cynics often scoff and say "Grow up and stop thinking with your ****" But love is so much more than primal urges So much more than a meager thrusting and grasping It encompasses the anticipation of wondering The exuberance of knowing It drives men to create, instigate and fabricate the heights and depths of humanity Love is all around In every form from unhealthy to divine From bold to half-hearted From heartbreak to just started Love is all around Or its absence is sharply found
I know all this now and I've barely scratched the surface Compared to all others, in this field I'm just a novice With everything I've said And everything I've heard This I still can't answer,