You Never Forget Your First Love Or Your Last Poem by Silence Dogood

What is the definition of love?
What does it mean to you?
Or to me?
Is it a tender hug?
Or a loving kiss?
A warm embrace?
Or a comforting touch?
Is it the familiar hand
I hold?
Or the new shape
I mold to fit?
Is love really so simple
That it can be defined?
Or is it too complicated
for even the fanciest words?
Is love the heaven I find?
Or the illusion I fail to see?
Is it the trick of the light?
Or is it clear as crystal?
Is love something I can have?
Or something that doesn't exist?
Is love for fairytales?
Or the deepest dreams?
Is love the same as loving?
Or is it something new?
Can you fall in love with someone?
That you can as easily fall out of?
Can love be replaced?
Or is it a one shot deal?
Does love judge?
Or welcome?
Does love hate?
Or love?
Can love fill the emptyness in me?
Or will it tear me in two?
Can love save?
Or can it only destroy?
Does love last forever?
Or is it a passing thing?
Does love die when we do?
Or continue where we left off?
Is love for me?
Or is love for you?
Does love decide?
Or is it just given?
Is love this?
Or that?
Can I see love?
Can I feel it?
Can I have it to keep?
Or is it beyond even my reach?
Is love anyones to have?
Or does it belong to itself?
Does love feel lonely?
Or clasterphobic with too many friends?
Does love have a name?
Or a place to call its own?
Does love pick a face?
Or do we choose it?
Is there a reason
for why love chose your name?
Your face?
To star in my dreams?
Is this how its defined?
By what we think it is or might be?
Or by what we feel in the deepest corners of our hearts?
Is love made for one or for two?
Is love divided into halves
To make a whole?
Or was it made just to give people
the sense that they belong?
What is really the meaning of love?
Words cant describe it.
Feelings cant name it.
And so we never really know
Of what were missing
Of what we have
And what we had.
Because you can always fall in and out of love.
But the thing that is most clear
Is its impossible to forget.