Love

Love.
How would you define it?
Giving someone your heart
And trusting them with it?
Opening yourself up to two possibilities;
Completeness or pain?
Is it a tingle in your stomach;
A nervous sensation of butterflies?
Or a thrill; excitement,
Like seeing the sunrise for the first time?
Is it peace and safety;
The reassurance of having someone beside you
-Always and forever?
Or is it just comfortable,
A familiar pattern; not boring-but a pleasant trend
Surprising and refreshing in a way that no one else could ever understand?
Is it the unspoken bond between father and son?
Or is it in itself vulnerability;
The act of placing a bulls-eye on your own back?
Maybe it doesn't matter though
Just as long as you can feel
Because maybe love is all those things and more.
It's definable in it's own way,
In a parallel universe
Where truths are accepted;
Where there's black and white-but no grey.
Because maybe love is more real and true and pure
Than our flawed nature will ever have the capacity to fathom.

Nyamedo