Loving Them
What is love?
Is it the tightness in my chest when they look at me?
Is it the thought of them before I go to rest?
Or the rushing adreline of my heart?
What is love?
Is it the supernova in their eyes?
Is it their beautiful smile before they say good-bye?
Or the merging of our personalities?
What is love?
Is it clear to see when I'm with them?
Is it something indescrible before the mystery is solved?
Or perhaps it is a feeling that's constantly evolving.
This poem is about:
Our world