“Love is painting an image of him
and smiling
even if you’re drowning in the deepest sea,
or an even bigger catastrophe.
Love is you, can’t you see.
Love is loving without caring,
if your love is returned.
Love is missing even when they’re near
Not expecting an ‘I miss you too’.
Love is you.
Love makes you happy,
It makes you sway.
Wishing, wanting
to see him everyday.
Love stays when they go away.
Love smiles even if they leave you astray.
Doesn’t matter if they let you go.
It makes you say yes, even if everybody says
No.
Love is giving it your all,
doesn’t care if he’s short or tall.
Love is all you want it to be.
High or low; wherever you seek.
Love will be there, whenever you need.
Love is no fucking bullshit.
Love is there. Just believe.

I love you


-Me.

(not some typical mushy dedicated love letter copy or a fill-in-the-blanks love poem format. It’s just something random I thought about. A compilation of my views on the most cliched word, Love. Colored by my narration, personal experience and life itself. A little something something from me to you.)