Love
is the tone of speech,
the breath of a sigh,
the voice of a whisper.
some don\'t believe in
Love.
who can blame them?
Love
cannot be described,
it is immeasurable,
unconquerable,
and often ill-fated.
why would anyone
want to believe in it,
that\'s the real question.
they want
Love
for the second
between jumping and falling.
Love
for the minutes where
you\'re on a roller coaster,
and feel you could either crash
or end beautifully.
Love
for when the moon shines
so bright, you forget
that in day it all falls.
Love
so powerful,
for a second you
pretend it\'s for forever.
Love.
A word.
One syllable.
To bring men and women to their knees.
To drive people to madness,
for just a taste of what could be.
Love
for a child.
Love
for a wife, a girlfriend.
Love
for a husband, a boyfriend.
Love
for a parent.
Love
for a friend.
Love
for a place.
Love
for a pet.
Love
for a thing.
so many degrees
the word feels inadequate.
it is.
but it\'s
Love,
so it\'s enough.