What Is Love? Poem by IRAH X

What is love,
I constantly ask myself.
I grew up in a time
where hook up culture was
and still is very popular.
But, how is that love?
Texting someone,
sleeping with someone,
and never talking to them again,
or only talking to them
for the purpose of sleeping together.
When I think of love,
I think of what my parents had.
Love is
not being able to talk about someone,
without smiling.
Liking someone for not only their body,
but everything they are.
Not being able to go through a day
without them on your mind.
Loving someone so much,
you feel lost without them.
Loving someone so much,
you feel like you can breathe without them,
like you would die without them.
All your worries going away
when you see them.
Feeling tempted
to look at them every chance you get.
Your stomach dropping
and filling with butterflies
when you talk to them.
Love is something
that takes a million words to describe.
But, I'm afraid
I'll miss out on something like that.
Something some never get to experience.
That I'll never find someone
who loves me unconditionally
and will love me
when I'm old, grey, and wrinkly.
So, I will continue to ask,
'What is love? '