Poetry of the mind

Love

How do you find someone you love?
Gender? Voice? Personality?
How do you know they're right?
I love a person, not a someone. I love how they act and treat me, I soak the attention they provide and magnify the emotions directed against me; proving love can never be one emotion. It's a torrent of sharp corners and a mixture of vast imagination.
I express honesty and vibrance to that person. I love how their hair glows in the sun, how their smile creases their beauty.
How each crease represents a crevice on their impure face.
How their jokes can spark an uproar of soundless laughter, staining my memory for thousands of thoughts later.
I love the imperfections of someone, and how they're unique for their defects. How their eyes glint when they act out of order, simply because of the emotion they entail.
I protect my thoughts and never release them until that person comes along. Right, person. Funny how I've never depicted a gender, but I know you're all thinking of someone. You were? I guess that's because love is a natural trait in all of us, how love is a gene we've all gained through our childhood.
How love is a human need.