What is Love?

What is love?

How do you know you’re in love?

How do you know, that you’re not just in love, with the idea of being in love?

How can you know what love is?

It’s not tangible.  I can’t draw my fingers along each its ends.  I can’t trail its fringe by hand.  I can’t reach inside, touching the artistry alive.  Forgive me if I am wrong,

But I just can’t comprehend…just what love is….

And without knowing…how can I possibly pretend?

If you dare need ask,

Then this love, I feel

Cannot be real

And it’s never going to last

You say love is like…

You compare love to…

You close your eyes,

Falling deep into…

And through similes and metaphors

You try to illustrate all love can be

You try to navigate

holding my hand, dreaming to show me

All that’s love is but love, which is but love again

Passionately you smile so,

Seeming certain that you know

So many analogies you bring

And yet, I feel, this version to which you sing

Is what love may be for you,

But for me, I just can’t say the same is true

Infinite expressions of what love could be

So many adjectives, so much poetry

But in the end I’m stuck with what I know

That each of these notions do not grow

That spectacle inside of what love should be

For the thousands of scents

& The million sights

That might be felt,

I understand it seems real…

…But can it be, anything more than

Sensations that one may also feel

Independent of this love

So, please, help me understand, what love is?

What is love?

If you dare need ask,

Then this love, I feel

Cannot be found

Do I love you?

Or

Is it the act of love itself that I revere?

Do you love me?

…You say you do.

But how do you know,

You’re not simply in love with love itself?

And if somehow your loving me could be proved as truth,

How would I know I reciprocate that same loving verse?

How would I know that I don’t just love the idea of someone loving me regardless of whom that person be?

How does one tell…what love is?

What is love?