I sometimes wonder how one can describe in words, a feeling so scorchingly strong yet innately benign,
A feeling so decisively obscure yet heart-achingly fine –
Like the light at the end of the tunnel that keeps you going, that keeps you sane,
Or the hope that tells you all’s not lost, yet, despite the numbing pain,
Or the strength that keeps you from falling, when you’re distraught and broken,
Or the courage that pushes you to rise every time you fall, despite the biting apprehension.
Love’s all this, and more, you’d agree –
It’s something you can place your faith in, it’s something that stays with you for eternity,
It is liking someone for who they are, not what you can transform them to be,
It’s acknowledging their flaws, imperfections and all, it is acceptance in entirety.
Love, is in sticking together through thick and thin,
It is in standing by someone, even when the rest of the world doesn’t,
It is in not judging someone for the choices they make,
It is in not letting them down because your ego, your pride is at stake,
Love’s in being selflessly, inexhaustibly happy for someone who makes your world go round,
It’s in being appreciative, in being unabashedly spellbound,
It is in watching them fly, in helping them grow
Love is, just hanging in there and never letting go.