Short Stories/Poems

love?

What's your definition of love?
Is it a person, or a dove?

We all know what love is
To be theirs, hers, or his

But what else could it be?
What detail can't we see?

If we look deep within the eyes of our lover
Could we find the secret to un cover?

Or would we see the reality of their mind
And find a mess that needs to unwind?

But that is it, is it not?
To help you partner when they're caught?

But not all will help, will they?
They won't help, not in the right way

Maybe love is meant to be this intriguing and confusing
So that we keep on trying and keep on loosing

Until we finally win
And are finally happy with the world we're in

Sharing it side by side
With the person whose opened your eyes.