Love Is... - Poem by Katrina Lusk
There are times when
you probably wonder if I pretend,
I don't pretend to know what love is.
Yeah I might not know
what it is for everyone else.
But I can tell you
what it is for me.
Love is knowing all about someone.
Yet wanting to be with them,
more than anyone else.
Love is trusting them with all your might,
being able to tell them the unknown.
Without the fear of being left alone,
or starting a fight.
Love is feeling content
but every time they are around,
you still manage to get weak in the knees.
Love is just a word…
Until someone comes along,
and gives it real meaning.
That someone is you,
and that love is your love.
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