The Idea of Love
You see I find myself asking myself,
What is love?
I can say I feel it,
But those are just fleeting moments.
suspended in time,
that remind me of you.
That remind me of times, I didn’t think time existed.
I thought love, was the weight of your head on my chest.
so tangled that all I felt was whole.
even I as I try to explain it,
I can’t seem to understand.
How do you describe a sunset in your heart?
With colours blurred so smooth that they drink away the sun,
And leave but silky night.
I love when we fight,
like fireworks of emotion,
and after the moment,
when it seems oh too silly that we lost sight
Forgotten, what we had:
A perfect illusion.
An extension of each other so seamless it felt no different,
Did your heart not beat with mine?
for in my love,
I could not tell.