"what is love- in your opinion?"
                              why is love
                              something so tangible
                              and soft
                              in the way that it can
                              unharden my heart
                              like sweet honey
                              dripping pools of sun
                              on my soul 
                              that used to hum 
                              so darkly
                              that it drowned out
                              my loved ones'
                              pleading voices
                              until my own
                              reigned over my mind
                              like a crying queen
                              with power
                              she doesn't know
                              how to hold,
                              and i never knew
                              i cursed myself forever
                              by locking myself inside
                              with only my voice
                              and its harsh words
                              to tell me to start loving
                              to hide
                              
                              why is love
                              something so tangible
                              and soft
                              in the way that it
                              can melt the walls
                              stacked up around me
                              with an unwavering warmth
                              i never knew
                              is what the sun
                              feels like,
                              and now you are
                              this star of day,
                              this golden spirit
                              i revolve around
                              like a planet
                              desperately
                              being pulled
                              into your orbit
                              to get a taste
                              of love
                              so warm and 
                              absolute
                              
                              ahhh I'm so busy this weekend but look at me procrastinating. what's new. anyways, thank you scarlettlantsov for asking me what I think love is. your question inspired this poem :))
                              
                              love,
                              mari
                                      
                                          
                                   
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