What Is Love?

Do not ask me about love. 

What it all means. 

I’ll say…

Could be when Romeo dies for slumbering, sleepy Juliet.

Perhaps when Leander and Hero drown in the raging sea. 

I know that love is dangerous.

As once described a violent delight. 

Eurydice, blissful never expected to lose her life. 

I know love is painful.

Love like a dull blade can sting

As deeply grieved Orpheus did so desperately sing. 

I know love is unexpected. 

That fool Pygmalion declared he’d never fall! 

Alas he was smitten with nothing but a gaze. 

He planted not one kiss but two and happily married after all. 

So you might be curious to know if I am familiar with love. 

Have I been so lucky? 

The truth is I’m still searching... 

Searching for a love that moves Hades to weep. 

Rises above the trials of life like Eros and valiant Psyche. 

A love that crosses oceans of time, written in the stars and when my lips confess the words ‘I love you.’

He contentedly answers ‘ I know.’ 

Do not ask me about love.

What it all means.