So I realized the other day what love is,
Or at least this level of love,
It's this new feeling that hit me out of nowhere,
Like love should,
It hit me after she started to cry,
Not because I had hurt her,
Or written about something that did,
Although it was about a painful subject,
She was crying because she thought it was 'beautiful',
And she was worried about me,
Not that she needed to,
But that's when it hit me,
I love her,
So much more than before,
And I had thought that I loved her more than the plants love the morning sun as it dries the due from that chilly night,
More in love then anyone was ever before,
And it was after that,
After her first tear,
After I watched it roll slowly across her face,
Silhouetted there,
The light from my screen the only light in the room,
I saw the gleam of the tears as they rolled across her face,
Soft,
Wonderful,
Beautiful,
And she said,
'Please don't ever leave me'
That,
Is love.