What is love?
Love is something often talked about and what most poems and songs are about.
The physical effects are said, the heart racing, the cheeks reddening, the tongue stuttering.
But nothing is said precisely about the emotional effects, do all people inlove think about you like I do?
Do they all wish to tell you everything on their mind no matter how interesting?
To be with you at all the moments of the day, and simply hear your voice?
And despite the feelings, do they all want not too much?
Only to see you smile and laugh, even if not at them?
Because even for all the emotions they carry, the mere sight of you causes the feeling of not being worthy? And if that does happen, do they all reassure themselves with the knowledge that the gutter looks at the stars too?
My love, you are everything I hold dear, but still, the one I could let go of without a second thought.
How confusing for my poor thoughts that are imbued with you, you may be a curse to my existence, but I would not like it any other way.
- Something that came to my head while I was binge eating by making crepes