Love is not a feeling

Love is an act of selflessness

Love is not an anecdote

Love is an act of selflessness

Love is not something measurable

Love is an act of selflessness

Love is not consumable

Love is an act of selflessness

Love is not unattainable for anyone

Love is an act of selflessness

Love is available through introspection

Love is an act of selflessness

So I don’t do this often, you know. I write poetry, becuase it makes sense to me but I found something which I couldn’t describe in any other way.

Let me tell you, everybody smiles (also, everybody wants to rule the world, but that’s a different story.), okay, so everybody smiles, and I don’t know how to decribe this, but some smiles are pure poetry. You know? There are people in this world who, when they smile, is beautiful and poetic all and of itself. It’s like how John Green aptly stated:

“That smile could end wars and cure cancer.”

-and theirs could. You may not know who I’m talking about, but you know what I’m talking about. When I saw them smile, I thought to myself, I would do anything to see that smile for the rest of my life. For it was fleeting yet never ending in its infinity.

I never acutally believed in all this, in the cliché I just stated. Those which make immortal fools out of love, and darkned souls out of hurt. However, when I saw their smile, all of that went out of the window, and for a moment, all the clichés made sense, just as poetry always does, and I was just another immortal fool.

So perhaps that is love, it its simplest yet ever deepening form.

We had it all.

Friday night school dances,

hamburgers and shakes at “Willie’s”,

football games and picnics;

we shared everything.

The Saturday Matinee’s double-feature,

popcorn and soda,

two cartoons’ and a Flash Gordon serial.

you would clutch my arm,

scream at the scary parts,

cry on my shoulder at something tender,

laugh wondrously free

and very much alive

at unexpected moments of humor.

I think about those times,

and all the years to now.

Even when I said, “I do,”

and sneezed.

You only smiled.

When each child was born,

I cried tears of pleasure.

Each child an extension of you,

of our future.

Our children have grown,

with children of their own.

They have given us more happiness

than two people deserve.

But we shared everything.

Gazing on your wrinkled face,

each line a mark of true beauty,

I smile, gently squeeze your hands.

All day’s past were good days,

when we shared everything.

You are gone,

but I feel your presence close by.

You have left me sunflowers and rainbows,

memories filled with joy and love.

Your soul touched me way back when,

and touches me still.

We had it all.

love is a feeling

like a beautiful painting

or an intricate song

its ring lasts out

and its color stays with you

even after its gone

it brings happiness while it lasts

but pain when it ends

but still it was worth it

and i'd do it again

because love is real

its both temporary

and its eternal

because its what you feel

Your love, perhaps, is different than mine;

Mine’s for a cantankerous grouch;

A man of structure. A man of routine.

A slob who drops crumbs on the couch.

A person who glowers publicly,

To show his distaste for the world...

But oh, I was there to witness it, see;

When the cold in his heart got unfurled.

I, I alone, was entrusted with it;

This thing, which I’m calling now “love.”

I caught it, I tamed it, I let it fly free

Like a silly-but-beautiful dove.

And when my dear grouch starts attacking this thing;

The entity dare-nomered “love.”

I bandage it’s feathers and brush off my hurt,

Then I give him a scowl and a shove.

Love, to me, is a thing that is birthed

From connections that can’t be undone.

It can die from neglect, or from madness unearthed,

Or from flying too close to the sun.

But when it’s allotted a glimmer of hope,

It springs forth from your soul like a river.

It sings in the rain and feels splendid again

And can change the worst Scrooge to a giver.

So whenever your love grows too weary to fly,

Let it rest, let it jest, let it warble.

Build it a home; it’ll nest by and by;

It’ll roost in it’s own memory-garble.

Don’t be cruel to yourself for the things you’ve forgot,

But remember your heart; it’s contraction...

For in ends it’s the living love-things you’ve brought forth

Which’ll bring you the best satisfaction.

Love is having strong feelings for someone even though they might be able to hurt you. This includes family. It's about being vulnerable.

My sister texted my mom, after a lifetime of abuse, to just be honest with her. To have a conversation about it. Not even to admit the wrongdoing, not even to apologize, but just to say - I'm open to having this conversation right now.

My mom sent a 'gif' of flowers back and said: flowers are used when words fail.

My sister is giving up. When they've hurt you too much, it is time to let go of the relationship.

Love is a two-way street, and it involves two individuals who care about each other and want the best for each other. It doesn't include abuse. It doesn't include apologizing for such abuse. In my opinion, once you've abused, you've shown what you want.

And you don't want the other person.

Love is compromise. It's not sending a 'gif' and hoping it heals after thirty years. It's about everything you've done, they've done. To show they want you in their life. That you want them. It's about being vulnerable to what you've done wrong. It's about being vulerable about your boundaries and what you need from the other person.

Love is genuine. You can feel it, and you know it's there. Accept it for what it is, but remember: you deserve it, no matter what.

Love is feeling out of control, but in a good way. And when it comes back to bite you, just remember that your feelings are valid and that sometimes, others can't reciprocate. But that it's not your fault.

You deserve more than a gif. Your love is something tangible, to be devoured by those who seek it and who deserve you.

The spring in your step

The gleem in your eye

And it's not that hard

To Understand why

Everybody

Needs Love

The sound of your voice

The joy on your face

It's a feeling that's kind

of hard to replace

Everybody

Needs Love

We go so good together

The stars are shining bright

When you put your arms around me

I know that everythings alright

The birds and the bees

the Sun in the sky

You stand close to me

I feel butterflies

Everybody

Needs Love

We go so good together

The stars are shining bright

When you put your arms around me

I know that everythings alright

The spring in your step

The gleem in your eye

And it's not that hard

To Understand why

Everybody

Needs Love

Love is the absence of emptiness.

I look at my hand

Holding nothing

And my heart

Tingles its remembrance

Of your hand

In mine

And I know

This is love

Love is logic's greatest obstacle.

I think of my future

My goals

My dreams

Logic tells me

Altering my path

To be with you

Giving myself over

To your goals

To your dreams

Will curtail my own

But logic can operate in a vaccuum

Love cannot

Love is the most tangible intangible.

I'm not sure what is second.

Sadness?

Pain?

Anger?

Anything we can express with an emoji?

It's hate, probably.

Love is the antidote for hate.

If the wind blows at the command of a dream,

I will sing without any destination of dream fireworks,

towards the other side of the sky…

If I can see you, anything works

I’ve always, always, been dreaming

And finally, finally, I found you

The path the two of us had walked somehow feels so wide

I want to see you in this beautiful view

Holding a picture of you, I rest in solitude

If the wind blows at the command of a dream, I will sing without any destination

Could you, within this transient world, smile for me?

You’re the only reason for my motivation

I’ve always, always, searched for you

And finally, finally, found you

Dressed in yukatas in the summer night, we played on our way home

Separated by a “See you later,” the distance between our hands becomes infinite, that I

knew

I like you, I like no one but you

The day we both ascertained that is already…

Dream fireworks, towards the end of the sky, are they disappearing?

Each time we bid farewell, its as if I’ll never see you again, I feel so unsteady

This voice that’ll cross through time will reach you, right?

Everytime we separate, my heart feels a tight squeeze

If the wind blows at the command of a dream, I will sing without any destination

This voice of mine, cross through the moonlight and reach, please…!

Once more, just once more-

I want to be able to tell you that I’m happy

Once more, just once more-

I just want you to see me

I like you, I like no one, but you

The days that we spent together, are they tearing?

Dream fireworks, already leaving me behind

Are they disappearing?

When you're young, your idea of love is big.

You picture fairy tales so epic, they could be written into chart-topping Taylor Swift songs.

Your first kiss feels like an electric current that runs through your veins and singes the insides of your eyelids so that every time you close them you can't help but remember how it felt.

The first time you have sex you swear that you're "making love" and revel in the idea that you've finally been seen by someone. And you'd never tell them this, but sometimes it feels like you want to unzip their skin and cuddle their bones because you just can't get close enough.

When they go away for a week on their family vacation it feels like forever, and your reunion seems like something out of a movie. You run to each other in the falling snow and when they lift you in their arms you're sure everything is moving in slow motion. Their skin is the same it's always been and yet, it's the best it's ever smelled and you know you have to make this night last forever.

When you get older, love gets smaller, but that's okay.

You see it in the way they have your tea ready in the morning, made just the way you like it with way too much sugar.

You feel it when you share your millionth kiss before you leave for work, when they're rushing to catch the train but still stop at the front door because the day just wouldn't feel right without it.

You know it's there even when the fancy date night ends with you both falling asleep in your clothes because you drank too much red wine. And in the morning, you laugh so hard your headaches get worse but you don't mind.

Love is a funny little thing.

A crazy big thing.

A moment or a lifetime.

But always worth it.