What does it mean to love?
Is it a title?
Is it to act like a vital?
No, it is much more.
Much more than I can implore.
It is a feeling
a feeling of believing.
To let your heart soar
with the person who you will soon explore.
To feel free
by just being me.
It's when searching for a purpose
they show you you are worth it.
When you are in doubt
they'll show you the way out.
It's the loyalty and respect, you see
that's shared between you and me.
It's with compassion and patience, my love,
that you bring me above.
It's your smile
that can cheer me up from a mile.
Your words of power
that make me feel as lovely as a flower.
Your courage and your strength to look beyond my imperfection
makes me overwhelmed with affection.
Your abundance of character and heart
that attracts me to your rather strange art.
But what does it mean to love?
It is to accept yourself and others,
soon, we'll all be as free as a dove.