Love, Love, Love Poem by Justine Ramos

Love, love, love

oh what a strange word to say

odd how it could all quickly go astray

weird how you can think yourself into it so many times

or how you can't describe it no matter how many rhymes

you inject into your poems, it still doesn't suffice

because when you find love, you love them for life

and we can't explain life in such short phrase

you can't even fully explain it within a hundred days

you don't know how you fall into it this strange word we say

it just happens when you wake up one day

and the day is brighter, and a smile etched onto your face

and you smell the wind and its sweet taste

because this strange word, it's in the air, it's in the soil, in the seas

yet we can't describe it, no matter how we please

the mystery beneath the description of this word is unknown

because love isn't described, it's shown

it's enjoyed, and felt through X's and O's

and those little dainty kisses atop of your nose

but do not worry if love hasn't found your way

do not rush the wait because it will come one day

however I must warn you, to not be fooled
because there are cases where love can be cruel

it may not always be the best of ways

there will be times where you stumble and fall

there will even be times where you'll want to crawl

back to this love that toyed with your heart

but listen to me and do not fall apart

do not shatter, do not break

even when your body aches

love is kind and love will stay

it will come to you one day