love without meaning is temporary,
subtle,
pointless,
only "good enough."
it's like calling a raincheck on a sunny day.
slowing down your pace at the finish line.
leaving the last bite of food.
hearing only parts of instruction.
love that lacks a spark is like a cutoff sente-
it's like watering a flower in late november.
giving only your extra pennies to charity.
love like this only last through happy seasons.
love with complexity is full of fire,
new beginnings,
endless happiness,
mesmerizing.
it's like the last piece to a puzzle.
the satisfaction of finishing a task.
love is a happy tune on any rainy day.
it's figuring out a title of a song.
finding the perfect dress for a party.
love is everything you've longed for,
it's the completion to a soul.
love is a gift, not a curse.
if you experience any other symptoms,
then this isn't the sickness;
attachment, jealousy, and lust are the absence of love.
when you hear poems of love, heartbreak should not be included. we often mix these emotions into one, but do not become bewildered. for love is kind and love is pure.
