It is hard to decipher

Exactly what love is,

But I surely know

What it isn’t.

 

Love is not just what you say -

It’s how you say it.

I can say “I love you”

in a hundred inflections;

Yet, it’s all just words.

 

Love does not utter

“Because I love you”

Like some compulsive word vomit

Spewing from your mouth

Every time I question

Your manipulation;

It’s not hieroglyphics

Designed to confuse and peruse.

 

It’s action with pure intention.

 

Words talk quietly;

Actions speak fluently.  

Anyone can talk;

I need someone

TO SPEAK.

 

While feelings are fleeting

And Society is cynical,

Love abounds

In those profound fissures

Of our wounded hearts

Stepping forth unexpectedly.

Love is healing.

 

Love is a significant other,

A friend, a father, a brother.

Love is trying,

STUBBORN,

Even u n n e r v i n g

At times.

Love is also worthwhile,

Patient,

Reassuring. 

A daily choice to rejoice

Despite obstacles.

Love is freeing and simply being.