Love Defined Poem by JDsmooth Harris

Je t'aime, Te amo, ti amo.

Love...I love you.

This poem is not about love. For no one can fully comprehend the word, being as there are many meanings,

yet were all searching for this thing we heard about in fairy tales before our parents tucked us in at night.

We hear it in songs, read it in books and express it to each other in what we believe is to be true.

But this poem isn't about that, its about you-us-them-we.

Now check it, when I was 13 I thought I could solidify love when an attractive woman walked in the room. I would rite what seemed to be endless poetry about her and how her name should be changed to goddess or angel. Now when I turned 16,

I thought love was exchanged in between the sheets as body blended. Press your luscious lips against mine as words intertwine and we become one..one love.

But this poem isn't about that. This poem is about you-us-them-we.

As the time past I began to erase these love letters.

I learned that love is a labyrinth and unforgiving. It is like a cancer that spreads slow and has no cure. An open vessel awaiting sustenance.

It is......beautiful.

There are no words to describe it, to describe it would b to define it, there would be a beginning and an end. But there is no end to 'love'.

I yearned for its secrets for years, so nieve in thinking I could somehow conquer it.

But this poem isn't about that.

This poem is not about love, it is about you-us-them-we.

Finally by the time I was 17 I had prayed so long I had given up on the hope that anyone was listening.

My poems had been smeared upon my chest, torn open, ripped open, left...open.

The cancer had already migrated below my chest and found shelter in my flesh.

Scarred with the marks a dagger makes.

But you-them are different...

As the years have passed I have learned that you are complicated yet forgiving, you are like a cancer that spreads and has no cure..

you are beautiful.

You are the reason this poem is not about love. Because love is too complicated to have a poem written about it.

No easy way to say how it feels, but there are many ways to say it.

mahal kita, Ya tebya lublu.

..And yet all of us are searching for it. Searching for this thing we heard about in fairy tales before our parents tucked us in at night.

But that is not important.

This poem is about arguments that bring us closer together, this poem is about trust,

honesty that devours lies leaving them no form left to take.

This poem is about sacrifice,

Its about summer romance and kissing in the pouring rain.

This poem is about embarrassing nick names and googly eyes, facebook statuses and winky faces.

Yes, this poem is about laughter and how all I can do when I'm near you is smile.

This poem is about you, about you, about me, them, us, we.

This poem isn't about love but a product of it.

Love, the greatest medium to creativity.

But Its about us...

Wa Ku Jacalahay, Naku penda.

I love you