What is Love?
Being; noun // existence, soul.
I’ve spent a millennial trying to find and define what love is.
Searching inside of my self
for accountability that assisted an inability
to know it as unconditional.
Twisting answers out of half truths
inherited questions born into my body;
yet I arrived here whole.
Breaking off pieces to fit inside pandora's box
full of paradox and contradictions,
small print standards, terms and conditions.
Lost mind thinking that I just might get it right
and be rewarded love that would choose me daily without reason.
A love characterized by visible outlines;
bottled up vintage from the top shelf
sips of it saved for only the lucky few, closets filled collecting horseshoes.
I searched high and low through trial and error,
set then reset, me then new me;
good enough but never enough.
Through it all, a steady seated seeing,
deep within await, a founded meaning
that lives within the heart of us all;
the heart within me.
Love is here,
within it’s beating,
wisdom only known through luck of bleeding.
The answer simple — love is;