Love

? Love ?

How do you know when it’s there?

It’s not something that reflects back to you in a mirror.
It’s not something that can be cured.

It can’t be washed away and forgotten.
It can’t be drawn, written or painted

So how do you know when it’s there?
&
Why does it hurt so much when it’s gone?

You can ask a hundred people
“What’s their definition of love?”
But it means nothing if you never felt it.
Everyone wants to be loved
And have someone to love,
So they force it.
But love should not be rushed or forced on anyone.

There should be no ifs, ands, or buts about it…

When it’s said it should meant
Not just because it was a ‘moment’
Do not let the ‘moment’ talk
Say it from the heart.
But don’t just say it
Feel it

Feel it…
Dream it…
Imagine how life would be with out it
Cherish it…
Hold it…

Every second…
Every minute…
Every hour of every day…
Breathe it…

Don’t look for anything in return
Because when you fall in love
You never have the wrong address
And when you receive it,
Never let it go

So when it’s all said and done
Love has no real definition
Love is what you make it...

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