To me love once was
A parade of all good things
A joyous and triumphant parade of having the liberty
To spend hours and hours just gazing into the eyes
That  seem to hold all the charms of the world
But today I feel that love
Is merely a pair of hands
Beautiful hands, mark my words
For anything and everything related to love
Will forever be coined as beautiful in my heart
A pair of hands that stretch us lovers to the epitome
And each day that final point
Travels just a bit farther
Until one day when we look back at where we were
It seems as if an endless road separates the two
But the weirdest part
Is that during this ceaseless stretching exercise
Our hearts find difficulty in comprehending
Whether we feel good about it or not
And in my heart I know
It is this middle emotion
That the world names as love