What Is Love? Poem by Amber Glistener

What is love,
why does it exist,
it confuses me,
like walking into a mist.

What is laughter,
it comes with such ease,
a light in the day,
like a gentle morn breeze.

What is passion,
how do we know,
when it is yours to keep,
the fawn to your life, a doe.

What is forgiveness,
what do they care,
a sin that is wrong,
yet they love anyways, without a stare.

What is faith,
a hand on your shoulder,
when you are unsure,
like a determined solider.

There are so many questions,
In this life that is new,
I must go discover the answers,
I must bid thee adue.