What is love?
Is it fire?
So destructive,
with its power.
It can consume you,
overtake you,
misuse you.
Oh, please tell me,
What is love?
Is it a wind?
So delicate,
so subtle,
spitting you out,
like a tornado.
Come on now,
someone must know,
what is love?
Is it water?
Flowing in dips and curves.
Allusive in your grasp.
deceiving you,
to hold you under.
Oh, why won't you answer?
I need to know.
YOU ARE READING
Speaking to Lost Souls
PoetryA collection of thoughts and emotion. Forgive me. I have a poet's soul, but not a poet's pen.
