What do you know of love? He asked.
As if it's so simple to describe, as if anyone has ever found the right words to show what it really means.
Some people might say it's in the everyday,
The way he grabs you by your waist and pulls you in for a hug.
Some others might say,
It's the grand gestures, proposals in front of the Eiffel Tower-
the excited claps when she says yes.
Some might say it's the poetry she wrote about his coffee brown eyes and his warm scent.
But that's the thing, love isn't this or that,
Love is everything at high force,
it's all the colors at full volume,
It's the beautiful orange as the sun rises
And the stars that decorate the sky at night.
It's everything one can hope and yet everything that is unexpected.
It's beautiful, shattering, safe, scary.
It's all-consuming and still never enough.
Sometimes it's the soft “I love yous.”
Sometimes it's the “you're too much,
But I still want it all!”
Sometimes it's the “I would die for you”,
But it's also the “I'll learn to live for you.”
So, when he asked "What do you know of love?"
I just looked at him, his hand in mine and said "Let's spend a lifetime figuring it out!"
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 11:06 AM UTC
What do you know of love? He asked.
As if it's so simple to describe, as if anyone has ever found the right words to show what it really means.
Some people might say it's in the everyday,
The way he grabs you by your waist and pulls you in for a hug.
Some others might say,
It's the grand gestures, proposals in front of the Eiffel Tower-
the excited claps when she says yes.
Some might say it's the poetry she wrote about his coffee brown eyes and his warm scent.
But that's the thing, love isn't this or that,
Love is everything at high force,
it's all the colors at full volume,
It's the beautiful orange as the sun rises
And the stars that decorate the sky at night.
It's everything one can hope and yet everything that is unexpected.
It's beautiful, shattering, safe, scary.
It's all-consuming and still never enough.
Sometimes it's the soft “I love yous.”
Sometimes it's the “you're too much,
But I still want it all!”
Sometimes it's the “I would die for you”,
But it's also the “I'll learn to live for you.”
So, when he asked "What do you know of love?"
I just looked at him, his hand in mine and said "Let's spend a lifetime figuring it out!"
I don’t know what sparked this one, but it stayed until I wrote it down.