What does it mean,
What does it really mean,
When two people love one another?
Love… love is not a heart,
It’s not stuffed bears or roses or even chocolates.
Love is not a single jump or a smooth line,
It’s not second chances or do-overs.

Love is a state of mind,
A movement of the heart and soul,
Love is mutual attraction.
It is that first glance or
Finally giving your own self…
Your whole self
To someone or
Something.
Love is first kisses,
Love is last words.

It is not easy.
It is not quiet.
It is not handed to you.
You must work for it,
You must try and try again.

My love,
My love is the loving face of a man I wish to see everyday.
My love began for a year,
And took off the following year.
My love will be forever.

When will you start yours?