“I don’t know what love is,
but I think it’s being a little
happier when I meet your eyes.
I think it’s sitting in a quiet garden,
talking about the little things.
I think it’s wrapping you in my arms,
in an attempt to love you louder.
I think it’s interlocking hands,
when you feel a little lost.
I think it’s meeting eyes,
in a room far too loud.
I think it’s listening,
when all you can do is scream.
I think it’s soft breathing,
when the night creeps around me.
I think it’s trusting one another,
when we find comfort in others.
I think it’s a silent promise,
to walk the path beside you
when it leads through hell and worse.
I don’t know what love is,
but I hope it greets me kindly.”
A.V.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC
“I don’t know what love is,
but I think it’s being a little
happier when I meet your eyes.
I think it’s sitting in a quiet garden,
talking about the little things.
I think it’s wrapping you in my arms,
in an attempt to love you louder.
I think it’s interlocking hands,
when you feel a little lost.
I think it’s meeting eyes,
in a room far too loud.
I think it’s listening,
when all you can do is scream.
I think it’s soft breathing,
when the night creeps around me.
I think it’s trusting one another,
when we find comfort in others.
I think it’s a silent promise,
to walk the path beside you
when it leads through hell and worse.
I don’t know what love is,
but I hope it greets me kindly.”
A.V.
