Mourning Skies

What is love?

I've been asked
Constantly
About what I believe
Love is

I never have
Quite an answer
But you see it
You feel it in your bones

Love is in the way
She flips her hair
Like a satin curtain
Over her shoulder

It's in her words
Her breaking voice
As she tells me
"Everything's alright"

Love is on her lips
In her hot breath on my neck
It hugs her every flawless curve
And traces her smug grin

Love is written in her veins
Like a series of paths
Dead ends
Leading to her heart

Her eyes glow with it
She radiates love
Through her soft voice
Her fragile words

She is stained glass
Broken, but every piece
When light is shed on her
She is the most beautiful art

She is love