What is love?

Love is

So many questions
Cross my mind
Keep rising
Making me busy
Finding answers for them
Sometimes I search and seek
And ask
Realisations come as epiphany
Suddenly out of nowhere
And I note them
If at all
And even if love is most precious
To me
And while I treasure you
As most valuable to me
I now realise
Love is its own reward.
Love is not a lingering hunger
Love is not a longing for love
Love is not search for love
What love is not, is not
For love is love is love is
Yes, my love as you are
So love is.

Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2017-09-12 at 17:28

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Deeps, love is an enigma. Love love for all of that.

Love is many things and it just is, nicely put and I hope you are on the receiving end of it.