I don't pretend to know what Love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me...
Love is knowing ALL about someone, && still wanting to be with them, more than any other person.
Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of.
Love is reaching && staying at assurance and contentment despite what current or future situations may hold.
Love is NEVER acquired for granted, selfish, rude, judgemental, arrogant, or ONE sided.
But has consistent consideration, appreciation, appeal, concern, patience && understanding, for someone && instantaneously putting that one before yourself.
Love brings out the good in each companion & is always looking out for the betterment of that person; never acknowledging their flaws... from being blinded by their beauty.
Love is built by Good Times, Joy, Laughterrr && rejuvenated by recaps of memories & the 'uncontrollable urge' to see one other when apart and extensively satisfied when they're at last together again.
Love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but after it all still getting weak knees when they come around...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem