What is Love?
What is Love?
(A poem by Sal Godoij.)
"What's love?" She asked me while fixing her eyes on my lips
As if the answer she expected were a trick of the tongue.
I embraced her tightly, kissed her softly
Sweetly caressed her face, and she sighed
"Oh, honey," I whispered in her ear. "Love is this moment."
Yes. Love is the moment that shakes our hearts
Or clouds our reason
Love can mist up our eyes, or brighten them with a spark
And it's never static
Love finds its course no matter the obstacles
Like water does
It adapts
It may become a moment of glory
Like this moment, honey
Or it may become a scarred heart.
Love can be a rose or the crystal vase that holds it
If a rose, there is fragrance in it, softness in its petals
And we sigh.
But it can also show its thorns, sharp, hurting
And we bleed.
If love is the crystal vase, it can be delicate and fragile
And may fall and shatter into one and a thousand pieces
And we cry.
Ah! Love has no time, honey, it's timeless
It can live a second, or an eternity
And it can be physical, or a dream
Or it can just be a constant echo in our hearts.