I think I love you
because if this isn't love,
what is?

someone told me once
that love is when
you want someone
more than you need them,
that you cannot be
away from them
without them being
in your thoughts
and in your words
and in your heart.

and love, someone else
once said to me,
is the feeling that
you're walking on air
when they are near,
when they dissolve
all the wrongs, the bads,
the evils and injustices
of this cruel world,
when just the thought
of them is just enough to
get you through the
night, to light the dark,
to calm the stormy weather,
to warm the cold and
to make possible that
which could not be done before.

love, I heard, is when
you cannot help but feel
life is incomplete without
the one you love, that
life would not go on
without them with you,
that no matter what
they do or say to you
it's all for the best,
because love is always
forgiving, always eager
to have you come back,
and love can move hills
and mountains high,
can part the mighty oceans
and split the land and
burn the air and turn
hell itself inside out,
for love has infinite power,
love is not bound
by reality, nor by anything
else, love is all conquering,
it can overcome all odds
and defeat all enemies.

and love is when
silence is a welcome visitor,
and peace and calm
are never dull any longer,
when you can sit around and
be happy doing nothing,
absolutely nothing
for the rest of time
because you have the one
that you love with you there,
because they make it all
somehow more worthwhile,
they make it all perfect.

is this love, for if not
what is?
what more can it be
that it is not already?
what more can I feel
for you that could be love?
how much more can I love you
than I already do?
there is but one way
that I can think of
and that is only
if you loved me too.

my life forever is incomplete
now that you can't be mine-
an empty hollow shell I am,
devoid of soul and life
and devoid of happiness-
it used to be so colorful
and so cheery and so bright,
and each day life was good
because I loved you,
and because I did,
I was happy at last,
but now there is nothing,
just a barren empty plain,
no light, no warmth, no joy,
like an empty vacuum
within my heart and soul,
there's nothing there now
anymore, it's as if the life is
sucked out of me like blood,
or maybe like the breath-
perhaps this means
my time is done and
all that's left for me is death.