A/N: Hey, I know this poem probably sounds a little personal, but I do try to write so that anyone can relate. If you would like, leave me your thoughts on the question.
Is love an emotion?
I don’t feel my chest swell,
My throat go dry,
Nor my heartbeat quicken.
I say the words,
Those three words,
To those dearest to me
(And some that are not)
But I don’t understand.
How can I say them
When I’m not certain I mean them?
In the books that I read,
A girl will get stars in her eyes.
I don’t.
In those perfect fantasies,
A beautiful lady gets kissed by a chivalrous knight.
I don’t.
Mark Antony and Cleopatra were so blinded by the emotion
That they took their own lives.
I’m not.
Lancelot loved Guinevere so much
That he saved her from the fiery spit.
I’m not.
So tell me, my friends,
What do you feel
When your lover comes knocking?
