Truthful Destination - Poetry

#47

What is love?

Is it putting someone else's needs before your own?
Because I would.

Is it feeling as though your life now has a purpose?
Because I do.

Is it the butterflies that tear apart your insides each time you touch?
Because I feel them.

Is it the ability to look past all of their imperfections and still care?
Because I do.

Is it the willingness to give your life for theirs? To die for them to live?
Because I would.
Without a second thought.
Without hesitation.

Is that love?

(Because if it is, then I've been in love with you since the day we met.)