Love Is...

The heart cannot know what love is in its solitude of atrophy.
Love cannot and should not be contained in the words "I love you".
Love is felt.

Love is being content with what you have.
Love is the joy of sipping the foam of your morning coffee.
Love is feeling a part of you has died right after reading a really good book.
Love is watching three seasons of your favorite series... in one night,
And the feeling of being left hanging and wanting to see more.

Love is hearing the words "It's gonna be okay" from your mom after handing you a cup of hot coco.
Love is seeing the joy on a face of a father after glancing at the face of his newborn child.
Love is apologizing to your siblings after having a petty fight.

Love is holding the hands of the one dearest to you.
Love is wrapping your hands around that person with the purest positive emotions.
Love is holding on to a broken promise.
Love is believing in forever, regardless of how many times you've been hurt.

Love is being nailed to the cross of sin.
Love is being pierced to the side with the spear of mocking and disbelief.
Love is ressurecting and fulfulling the promise of the prophecy.
Love is respecting Jesus, Muhammad,  Buddha and whatever name other people call their God/s.

The heart cannot know what love is in its solitude of atrophy.
Love cannot and should not be contained in the words "I love you".
Love is felt.