Love

I cannot tell you what love is for it is not tangible like cement but I can tell you this you cannot beg for it borrow it nor rent I never did quite figure out what makes it come what makes it go one thing I know for sure is this, when I near it I begin to glow Love is not an easy word to whisper in the thick of angered rage nor is it something you can slip between the lines of a written page Love is to be lived without devour from patience to understanding you need to treat it like gold, if its to be your Lancelot of everlasting I could never pin the moment of love's conception nor when it died but the one thing I did realize with age is this, if its real its bona fide if life is a gift, love is the all enduring essence of all that is good in me and I cannot imagine giving it to someone, without giving it for free I cannot tell you what love is for sure, but I can tell you its all I need love is a two sided sword, it makes you happy or it makes you bleed I never did quite figure out what makes it come what makes it go but one thing I know for sure is this, when I near it I begin to glow.