The Definition of the "L" word

It's everywhere.


In every single


Movie,


Media Source,


and Book.


There's always so much pressure


to be in love and to love.


If you don't then,


it's the biggest catastrophe on the planet.


I want to just take a minute


and think about what love truly is.


Is it at first sight?


Or does it have to take a long time to bloom?


Is it more open and outspoken?


Or hidden in our hearts waiting to burst out?


Is it possible to never feel love,


to never feel a sensation of caring?


Is love  caring about someone so much


that you will protect them


even if it means giving up your own life?


I know that no one can ever described the truth


about the "dreaded L" word


but I'm going to try with this:


Love is something that takes time to grow.


It does not happen automatically


It can't happen just toward any


random person.


It has to be someone who you care about.


Someone who will never let go of


and you are confident that they will never let go of you


Love is not being ashamed to care for someone:


to be able to confess your love to the world.


Love is simply giving your whole self to another person


trusting that they will take care of you.


While all of this is the pure embodiment of Love,


one thing is certain:


in order to love someone else,


you must learn to love yourself.


 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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