Love.

Here goes another of those poems. Its something I wrote ages ago but came across again today and decided to post. I think its kind of childish and yet strangely insightful. Suit yourself.

Love

Have you ever wondered what love is?

Is it the joy that comes from togetherness?
Or the pain that seperation brings?
The hurt that must end a fight.
Or the little whisperings, the sweet nothings?

Or is it the faith that seems so fragile,
The suspicions and the doubts in the mind?
Or maybe the little gestures that make a day
The hugs, the kisses and the kind?

Is it the broken promises?
Words spoken, but never meant
Or is it the heartfelt vows of eternity,
Of staying together, till the very end?

Is it the little gifts, the wondrous surprises,
The smiles that they bring on that special one's face?
Or those intimate moments, stolen from time,
The lilting dances, the music at slow pace?

Is love to be found in the mundane things,
The little tokens strewn upon our path?
Or is it to be searched for in the grand scheme of things,
That special feeling, that you never before had?

But no, love is not any of these
Its something else, heavenly and divine
Its not the emotions that change face each day
Its the belief that is in your heart entwined.

Its not about the fleeting experiences
Joy, hurt, elation, hatred
Its about that belief, buried deep down
That nothing can ever, on your heart, tread

Its not about wanting all the happiness in the world
Nor about hoping that it all goes fine
Its about knowing that even through the rough patches,
When all else fails, your love will still shine.

True love isn't when you can't think about anyone else,
Nor about being together all the time
Its about being able to go on with life
Because you are so complete within.

Love isn't in the big things of life,
Those experiences which last but awhile
Its in the tiniest of places,
Those littlest of memories that will always make you smile.