What do I name this?
What is it that I’m even trying to name?
The words I’m writing? Perhaps it is,
But, no, this is no easy feat
Putting a name on these words,
Such a task requires more than I’m sure I have
What I write is my own, and what I have learned,
Is labels have limits, my own words do not
For my words are my heart, my soul, my mind,
My blood, my sleep, my bread and water
To squeeze what I feel under one umbrella and bind
With one word, I’d rather it soak
One word. One word.
Since when did it have to be one word?
When did the hearts of men cease loving at large
And obsess over brief and barren claims?
Claims of love, if you can call it that
Comparing the words of today with love
Would be like comparing a shoelace to a hat
I’d be spitting on the grave of love if I called it that
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Love exceeds all barriers of time
It reaches further than the farthest star
And brightens the corners where no light shines
Corners where I sit and enjoy the heat it brings
Love is waking up and seeing the mountains
When it was too dark to see when you arrived
Love is sitting alone in the darkest woods
With only the silence to hug your ears
Love is seeing the ground from way too far up
Love is lying upside down in bed just because
Love is hiding in bushes for the thrill of hiding
Love is the very silk all things are woven from
And oh, did I know love best
When she first walked into my life, a welcome guest
Her laugh, her smile, her hair, her eyes
Have drained my heart and charred my mind
I can’t sleep at night, for when I drift away
And close my eyes, her face still shines
The words she says, they bond and blur
And turn to a mirage of her
When her eyes catch mine, my insides whine
With hunger I can’t satisfy
The way her eyes crease when she laughs
The way she subtly tilts her head when I talk
The way she listens and understands like no other
What people forgot about love
How ironic.
I refuse one word, or even two
My title should be long and tedious
Like my love, for what I write is my own
And labels have limits, my own words do not