LOVE

What is love? 

So much is written 
of love 
for love 
about love 
So much is 
forever said 
Oh what a rare 
and precious gem 
love is 
Yet transient
as a passing fad 

Does it mean 
living for one 
or dying 
Does it mean

to take 
or to give 
Is it built up of 
smiles 
and laughter 
Or drawn with 
wet tears 
of bliss 

Are the aches 
and hurtful longings 
The forlorn glances 
that make up love 
Is desolate days 
and heartbreak 
the real thing 
Or should I believe 
in music and stardust 
showered from above? 

Love 
I think 
are exhales 
That become 
long dreamy sighs 
Lonely 
empty evenings 
Echoing laughter 
and slowly spreading smiles 
It is the mundane 
sunset 
That looks like a 
gorgeous flame 
It is the same old song 
yet again 
But never 
quite the same 

Do we live love 
in days 
that pass 
In a fleeting blink 
of an eye 
Or in etchings 
of memories 
and precious moments 
that hold on 
Their tender caresses 
never passing by 

Love is words 
wedged sideways 
in glowing silences 
Gentle murmurs 
that soothe and cheer 
Meanings 
behind quiet glances 
Tranquil thoughts 
that flame and sear 

It's the rainbow prisms 
that dance 
in the middle of 
life 
At once sunshine 
and the blues 
But most of all 
Love is 
I think 
An ecstatic feeling 
called YOU 

MS