My Love, Your Love

Love: (1) strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties

(2) attraction based on sexual desire : affection and tenderness felt by lovers

What is true love they ask me? It is

two people holding each other’s hearts

with skipping beats growing steady as

one shares to one another their zipped

secrets they tucked away for decades

A feeling we float atop of clouds we

do not ever want to come down from

when we expose our soul confessed in

private shows while shedding tears 

sitting on a couch while it snows

Love is more than a touch to our hand

As it serenades sweet soulless words

It is two people slowly walking together in

the unknown abyss with a touch of faith

illuminating two faint hearts

Love is sacrificing selfish needs of “I

wants” to standing in the middle of a

collision of wishful other doings

It is walking through the door early

with kisses and ‘I love yous’

Love is sticking around when one falls

paralyze up and down crying out for help

Screams of agony to walk again while

his wife stays by his side as an injection of

light streams inside hope

Love is not sparks lingering in the air

It is building a legacy.

Together as one.