What Is Love? - Poem by CHARMAINE SIMPSON
What is LOVE?
I believe each person has their own interpretation
or set of values that explain this misused four letter word.
Love seems such a simple word until you look within its
Meaning and understand the power that it truly holds.
The love I hold for you in the depths of my heart
have been built over years and have now grown into a history
Filled with precious moments that have become our memories
of the times we shared in what now seems a lifetime ago.
Although our paths went separate ways destiny brought us back
for a reason and that to me is more than plain to see.
You gave me back a smile and touched my heart with kindness
when I was not aware you captured my feelings with tenderness
While I wasn’t looking you kissed my lips with passion ever so softly
the emotion and depth of love that is contained within a lifelong
Friendship runs deeper than either of us is even aware.
So what is LOVE to me?
Love is certainly not just a four letter word or something nice to say.
Love is knowing all about someone, and 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 feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still going weak at
The knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.
Well you do more than make my knees weak -
I love you – for the admirable qualities you possess and for the friendship
we have both respected over the years we spent apart.
Most of all I love you for that little something wonderful that you have
brought back into my life and that is happiness!
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