With Love
What is Love
Is it more than a feeling?
An entity?
What is Love?
Is it more than a noun?
An Emotion?
What is Love?
Is the word itself describing a language?
Some kind of ancient dialect
That we continue to speak?
See to me
Love is a vector.
An unending,
Undefinable quantity
That unites us between the empty space
Of everything else in this world,
To measure how close we truly are.
But Love
Is also a vector
One I welcome to infect me
That I would willing let attach to me
To give me this beautiful substance
Which infects me more viciously
Than any disease.
Love is You.
You are Love.
To me.
You see
You make me feel these ways.
You fill me with this warm tea
That I can feel in my chest when I take a sip.
You stop time.
So that you and I can be floating
Drifting on our own
Touching the clouds of this wonderful
World we have created.
And because of this,
I love you.
And because I love you
I will part seas and waves of sadness
I will climb mountains of doubt
I will sacrifice sleep, money, fame,
Or anything else valuable to man
To let you know
You are valuable to me
The most valuable thing
That nothing else compares to.
Because I love you
I push aside my insecurities
But I tell you all my flaws
Because I love you
I’ll tell you that I’m right
But humbly admit when I am wrong.
Because I love you
I’ll apologize
Even if I feel I’ve made no mistake
Because I love you
I respect decisions
You’d like to make
But because I love you I’ll also tell you how I feel about them.
Because I love you
I respect you as a person.
Because I love you
I trust you.
And because I love you
And because you love me
I will act as one
And treat you
The way I’d like you to treat me.
With Love