Love is not an act
Nor is it simply a feeling.
It is many things
Crammed into four letters.
...
Your arms are conforting, loving
Like sinking into a warm water bed
You dance like a pine tree moving
Your feet are as sturdy as lead
...
What will I write about in this sonnet?
Of who's existence I really don't care...
Why, just the thought of doing it
Makes me feel the need for fresh air!
...
Who?
Love is not an act
Nor is it simply a feeling.
It is many things
Crammed into four letters.
The word 'love' is twisted,
stretched, and overused
to stand for:
Like, sex, materialism.
It can chain or free.
But love is really a lifestyle,
a legacy, a calling,
A command.
Love is the ONLY thing keeping the
human race alive.
Love is what brought us
into being.
Love is who you must find
to live forever.