What is this?
This thing called love
Or not a thing, but a feeling
Or not a feeling, an emotion
Or maybe not even an emotion

Perhaps, it is everything
It is the everything that one cannot define
The everything that one can only experience
To truly understand
But then again what do I know

I’ve tried to define love
Only to find
I created it
Out of loneliness
Out of necessity
Out of fear
But that is not love
It is the desire thereof

See, the desire is what blinds us
(The desire to be understood, accepted, held)
Not love itself
For love would never blind
Love is the way of seeing
Into someone’s mind
And then
Deeper
Into someone’s heart
And still deeper
Into someone’s soul
But I really have no clue…

Or is it the idea that blinds us,
The idea of the unknown
You say you want to be “loved”
But what does that mean?
Some are afraid
Some are excited
About the mysterious ocean
That is love
The cowards swim in the estuaries
And accept what they find
Only few dare to explore
To go deep into the abyss
But it this really so?

Could it be that in the cold
Love is the attachment
The warmth, the passion
That makes you know
All is well in the dark
And in the dark
Love is the light
The security, the faith
To move forth
And in the light
Love is the source
The source of….life
But then again what do I know?

We learn that birth is the opposite of death
And it seems
That death is a negative end to life
But perhaps love
Is the positive end
For, I don’t know much
But I know that those who were said to be
Truly
Madly
Deeply
In love
Were those who never returned
And the ones who can’t explain
But always say
It cannot be defined
It must be experienced

I truly believe
Love is quite simple
But the simple things in life
Are often the hardest to understand