What is love?

What is love? I heard you ask,
A pointed question,
A daunting task,
A challenge for a weary mind,
To see what gems that I may find.

What is love? My mind did say,
A caring touch?
A gentle way?
It's both of these, but so much more,
Numerous attributes, to explore.

What is love? I searched my soul,
A loving glance?
A hand to hold?
It is these things, but just one part,
Of the beauty that lies within the heart.

What is love? I asked my heart,
It seemed the best place,
Where I should start.
Is it fireworks, comets, or astral displays,
Which cause us to feel, so deeply this way?

"This is love," my heart replied,
"Listen closely to me,
And then you will see.
Love is not loud, it's a quiet sensation,
Not easily confused with infatuation."

"The beauty of love," it continued to tell,
"Is eternal endurance,
The absence of hell.
Unparalleled strength, in spite of adversity,
Protecting you with it's cloak of security."

"The gift of love," it sermonized on,
"Provides you with peace,
Like a golden-green morn.
It lives and breathes, for it is alive,
Where all your hopes and dreams reside."

What is love? You'll be glad to know,
Is the chance for two hearts,
To share and to grow.
Trust, compassion, and a listening ear,
Will dispel all your doubts, cast out all your fears.

What is love? It's simple you see,
It's essential as air,
For our souls to breathe.
It replenishes your faith, and self- esteem,
Allowing you to fulfill, all of your dreams.

When is it love? Your heart will know,
What you should do,
And where you should go.
It will guide your path, straight and true,
Be prepared for love, when it comes calling for you.

-EJ WALLACE-