Late Night Pondering; My Take On Love. Poem by Lilly Anna House

Love is when you smile for no reason. When you're content with everything, even though you shouldn't be. It is dancing. Twirling. Humming. And singing as if nobody is listening. Love is when your heart beats faster as you mention their name. It's knowing you're wrong, and being able to accept it. Love is having such a great time that you forget everything, and just live. It fills your eyes with happiness. It makes you whole. Love can take a simple phrase, and turn it into a paragraph. 'Love is what's left over after all the pretty blossoms have fallen from the branches. And you realize, you were one tree, instead of two.' When I think about it, It almost seems unreal. Like an unreachable goal. And as you strive harder to grasp that goal, you lose a little bit of the original feel. So, instead of finding you are one tree, You see that you're only branches now, And your blossoms are sprawled about the grasses. Eventually left to deteriorate, and decompose to become part of the grasses. To be one with the landscape.