**I would just like to announce that this poem placed in a writing contest and now I have a $1000 scholarship to a college I'm not even going to**
"What is love?"
You ask,
As if the response
Isn't complex.
Can we give it a label?
Is love those butterflies
You feel in your chest
When you ruminate
About your favorite person?
Is love the warmth
You experience when you
Embrace your mother?
Is it the laughs you share
With your father
In the kitchen,
Belting out
Your favorite songs?
Or the comfort
That comes
From certain diversions
Like being with friends,
Or reading your favorite book,
Or writing poetry?
"What is love?"
You ask.
But I cannot answer,
For you don't love
The same as I.
