What Is Love?
"What is love?" asks the babe
As she cries into the night.
Then her mother comes and holds her,
Bringing comfort to her child.
"What is love?" enquires the young girl
Through incessant "whys" and "hows."
More than answers, give her parents
As they help her work things out.
"What is love?" quarries the student
In a classroom of her peers.
And teachers share with her their time,
Lending help through awkward years.
"What is love?" ponders the curious teen
As she outgrows childish play
And waiting lips are there to woo her
by the heat of passions flame.
"What is love?" demands the woman
For whom passion has run dry,
As she sits in expectation
For an answer to her cry.
"What is love?" I asked in sorrow
As I held my wounded heart.
Then you snuck past my defenses
And at last I dropped my guard.
"What is love?" I asked from habit,
Not expecting a response,
Till I realized I had found it
In the circle of your arms.
"What is love?" Well, it is safety,
Knowing with you I am secure.
It is trust and it is challenge
To reach for that distant shore.
"What is love?" It is a special bond
That time and nurture grow.
It's the chain that links two searching hearts
And binds them soul to soul.
"Is love passion?" Yes and no,
For while passion can burn bright,
Without the fuel of love it wanes,
As fleeting as the night.
"So what is love?" It is abiding,
Offers hope when you're unsure,
Always patient, always building up,
Unshakable, secure.
"What is love?" The answer freely flows
Between your heart and mine.
Words and touch are but mere tokens
Of our brush with the divine.