What is love i asked, the people from above.
Love, love is that feeling when you get a hug,
it’s a pitfall in your stomach of knots and aches, the kinda pain the clouds partake as lightning strikes the same place.
It wonderful, like the bloom of the first spring rose, left only to be cut away and disposed. It’s the excitement of getting your first car only to be left seeing it towed.
Love is not for the weak I was told. Love is for the special ones, the ones that nobody else knows. The ones that nor beauty or mind can behold.
It’s the pounding of a heart, so loud a thousand elephants stamping could not be heard, because the beating of the heart is like the dusk of a new day, calm and peaceful it can make everything feel okay.
Love they said is the sound of life, the rhythm you climb. The first of the cold winter sun, divine.
I think I know love I said, I know it im sure its not something I was spoon fed. I understand what love means now.
Its indescribable I said.
by c morris.