what is love?
is it senseless regard
that you hold for someone dear
is it when you feel your heart swell
and your limbs begin to ache,
wishing for the feeling
of their skin against yours
is it to feel a sense of freedom
whenever you're around them
to clutch their hand tight and
enjoy the blissful moments you
spend with your loved one
is it to not
house the fear
that they might leave
or stop loving
for i think that i take love
for granted
and in this journey
i come to realize
one fear
do i not love the one
who adores me most
who tends and cares
to my wounds
to my sorrows
and stitches my broken pieces
back together
so that i may
ignore them
and disregard them
and shout
i do not think love is a waste of time
i do not think love is so hard to understand
i do not think that it is hard to pursue it
i do not think that it is hard to give
but it is hard to take
and to appreciate
when you are blind
