Definition of Love
I ask myself...what is love?
But the answer...the answer never comes
Tonight, sitting alone with nothing but my thoughts to keep me warm
I wonder what love is
I wonder if his heart aches for me
I ask myself...what is love?
Am i the only soul that is unsure?
There were lovers
Ones i could've loved, thought i'd loved
A brief comfort, a warm embrace
And a chilly, forgetful goodbye in the end
Lovers they're called...why?
Lovers they are not, for my heart did not cry when they left
I ask myself...what is love?
Songs try to describe it
As if the music can make you feel it
Poems..they try to make you understand
As if words on a page can come to life
Only he can make me feel it
Only my heart can make me understand
I ask myself...what is love?
I think it visits us in our dreams
That's where it takes hold
That's where we realize something is missing
Where the heart aches for the first time
Waiting...always waiting for the one who will make it go away
So still...i wonder what love is
If his heart aches for me
I ask myself...what is love?
Tonight, tonight i am ready for an answer
So i close my eyes, and relinquish my dreams to him
The one place i can go and know he'll be there
Know that he'll find a way to make me see
I ask myself...what is love?
It's getting butterflies when you know he's on his way
Trying to speak through the lump in your throat when he's leaving
Dreaming of him,
Then wishing it was real when you wake up
It's the goosebumps that appear
Before his fingertips even touch your skin
And the sigh that escapes when they finally do
Seeing his picture, and praying if you stare at it long enough
He might actually appear
Its the warmth that takes you over when he looks into your eyes
And the fire that burns when you realize what he's thinking
Hearing his heartbeat
And smiling when you feel it's the same as yours
Its how your knees forget how to hold you up when he kisses you
And how you melt into him when he pulls your closer
Feeling happier than you have ever thought possible
It's finding yourself denying sleep when he's holding you in bed
Just so you can feel him breathe
And watch him dream
not regretting one moment you spent with him
It's missing him before he's gone
And pulling him in for one last kiss..ten times
Counting down the minutes, hours, days or months until you see him again
It's knowing you'll survive if he should ever leave for good
But hating that you'll never really live again
Stuck..always stuck re-living those precious moments
Forever
I ask myself...what is love?
And i answer...
He is love
He is my love
Copyright © Angela Carpenter | Year Posted 2011
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