Love

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.