What is love?

(wrote this a while ago, it's pretty lame but i thought i'd post it anyways. haha)





Is it a whispered secret,
A shared glance,
A single dance?

Can it be companionship and company,
A joyous shared laughter,
Your heart beating faster?

Is it their breath on your neck,
A kiss on the cheek,
A feeling that makes you weak?

Could it be the touch of their body,
The feel of their skin,
An intimate feeling within?

Or is it the feeling of happiness,
A constant smile,
That lasts quite a while?

Perhaps a feeling of compassion,
A sudden unexpected caring,
No problem sharing?

Or is it that warmth when he looks at you,
Feeling seasick, even though on land,
The holding of hands?

Is it wanting to be with them once they’ve left,
Missing them when they walk out the door,
The feeling of wanting more?

Could it be all the good times,
Watching movies til late at night,
Conversations lasting til the morning light?

Perhaps it’s the yearning to share a bed,
To know that they’re there,
To feel like they care.

Do we really know what love is?
Or is it too complicated to comprehend?
Sometimes I wish it was simple, wished no one would pretend.

I wish I knew the answer,
Wish I knew sometimes what to do,
Because the question constantly remains, do I love you?