"What is love?"

What is love?

According to William Shakespeare’s Romeo;

“Why such is love’s transgression

Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,

Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest

With more of thine. This love that thou hast shown

Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;

Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;

Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.

What it is else? A madness most discreet,

A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.”

According to me…

A flaming arrow going through your heart.

A patch on both your eyes blinding your vision.

A song on the radio that you cannot stop singing.

A bounce in your step which you cannot avoid.

A heavy rock crushing your heart again and again.

A soft hand running slowly down your arm.

A lonely tear rolling rapidly down your cheek.

A sigh penetrating the silence of the night.

A kiss breaking the stillness in the rain (and)

A single moon illuminating a sidewalk in the dark.

A hug that lasts forever and fits perfectly.

A contained sob escaping your lips.

A little gift unexpectedly received.

A smile forcing itself into your features.

A shoulder to bawl your eyes out on repeatedly.

A slow dance on the dance floor tonight.

A walk down the beach on a starry night.

A sad movie enjoyed with a broken heart.

A sweet treat after a storm of emotions (and)

A comfortable t-shirt on a Friday night.

A pair of shoes for next week’s date.

A war between chaos and perfection.

A test to see how much can you bear.

A rolling on the grass on a warm, summer evening.

A trip in the car on a Saturday morning.

A strand of your hair finding a spot behind your ear.

A bit of your heart dedicated to that special someone.

A rush of adrenaline when you see him walk by.

A giggle in class when you think of that person (and)

A piece of yourself being ripped apart when he walks away.

A note passed when the teacher wasn’t looking.

A sneaky glance that hopefully only he noticed.

A warmth in the air when you accidentally collide.

A blush in your cheeks when you do something stupid.

A very interesting article on a subject only he likes.

A scar in your heart for every time he looked away.

A box in your closet that’s closed with a lock.

A secret that you rather let nobody know.

A marathon on the series he likes the most (and)

A text message with a joke in the middle of the night.

That is what love really is about.

Not just a peck on the cheek when your dad wasn’t looking, but the feeling of happiness you carry for the rest of the day.

Not just a night out together, but the stress of the hours spent searching for the perfect outfit.

Love isn’t just a heart, but the whole person that comes with it.