This one was a little odd for me. Someone special in my life has been sick lately, and I hate that there is nothing I could do to help it. In an effort to make here feel better I wrote a little poem. Unlike most of my work, this one only went through one draft, and only took as long as it did to think up the words to produce. Anyhow, comments and criticisms are welcome.
What is love?
Is it an overwhelming sense of joy,
A dam too full to hold back,
At the sight of the one you love?
Is it a sense of calm,
Like sinking into a hot bath,
At being with your someone special?
Is it a deep peace,
To the wars that wage,
In the turmoil of the mind?
Is it freedom,
From the tedium of a mortal coil,
Soaring in the heights of joy?
I do not know,
All I know,
Is that love is you.