Unveiling Rose-Coloured Lens Of Misconceptions Poem by Bliss .

About a month ago, a friend of mine asked me what's my definition of love. What I said to that friend is quite similar to this prose poem. Meaning of the prose poem💖 I think it'd be quite conceited of us to reduce an experience as vast as love to a singular emotion. It's a choice that we make. It's not love if it's effortless. It's a faith that you put your trust in. It's a commitment that you unconditionally hold on to. Now, that I've talked about what love is. Let's see what love isn't. It's not the proverbial sunshine and flowers. Physical intimacy, blushing, butterflies in the stomach, grand gestures, happily-ever-after -- all of these are a part of love. But there are times in love when you don't get these things. This does not mean that the love goes sour. It only becomes more profound and meaningful. They're your sole ray of hope during the darkest hours. Their vision of you is beautiful even in sorrow. The two of you become one like the horizon, almost identical in spirit. Your times of difficulty influence them and the turns in their life blend in like the colours in a painting. Every single time, love is to stay. If you leave, then that isn't love anymore. Empathy is the one word I'd use to describe these simple yet courageous acts of love. They say that a person's perspective on something reveals a lot about their personality. I put a lot of my own thoughts and opinions regarding love in this, so hopefully, you will be able to learn just a little bit more about me as a person😊 Also, I won't be able to post for the next two weeks because I have exams to study for (wish me luck🤞🏻) . If you find yourself relating to my prose poem, share it with your friends and loved ones <3