Love Is Many Things Poem by Selina Gurgacz

Love is many things,
It comes in many shapes and forms.
Sometimes our love for another is so strong,
That we cannot hide it from them for very long.
Trying to disguise something so great,
Is a big task for some.

There are many reasons as to why we love a particular person,
More than we love anyone else.
Though it is hard for me to distinguish the difference between two different types of love,
The love for an older brother,
And the love for the significant other,
As love disguises itself,
From those who feel it,
Leaving us confused as to what we are actually feeling.

To smile whenever you talk to them,
Even if it’s on the phone or on the internet.
To smile whenever you see them,
Whether in person, or a photo on a flier that you’ve kept for one particular reason.
To see their face light up as you walk towards them.
To feel empty,
But being around them makes you whole again.

What does this all mean?
I don’t understand.
For him to stand up for me,
To be concerned about me,
And to tell me that he was proud of me.
What does it mean?

Love is something that money can’t buy,
No matter what it is.
True love or love at first sight,
Does it really happen?

Is it right for me to be concerned about him,
More than I should,
If I was just a friend?
To be worried when he was sick,
Even though he said he was fine.
Does this mean that my love for him,
Is as if I love him like an older brother?
And he, to love me like a younger sister?

How do I know?
Love is so confusing,
But it is a journey,
A place waiting to be explored.
An unknown territory that needs to be considered with caution.

Unknown grounds,
Unknown rules,
Unknown passion.

Love and passion,
Passion and love.
Are they the same thing,
Or very similar?
To love doing something,
To have a passion for something,
Love and passion,
Are they interchangeable?

To love someone in a way,
A way in which the ground between the two is impassable,
There is nowhere to go.
It’s like hitting a dead end,
Or a stream with no bridge.

To me, love is like that in a way.
There are grounds where we cannot tread,
Grounds where we cannot pass.
We have to wait and see whether the feeling is mutual,
But first we have to wait until the other is ready to move on,
Within the cycle of love.
Though even still, it is hard to tell him,
Tell him what I’m feeling,
To tell him how I’m confused,
That I don’t understand,
The type of love that I’m feeling.

Trying to disguise these feelings is hard,
But I don’t want to lose him.
I don’t know whether it is better to stay as best friends,
To go to him when I need someone to talk to,
Someone who understands.
Or to tell him,
To wait for his reaction,
However painful it may be,
To see whether the feeling is mutual,
Or whether it’s a one way street.

Love is many things,
It comes in many shapes and forms.
Sometimes,
We love what we cannot have.

(c) Selina Gurgacz 2009