Love is...

What is love?  How can you tell it's real?  Where can I find it?  These questions have been ingrained into my being since before I can think to remember.  Since before I understood that time is racing, erasing and changing me.  Affection, attention, closeness.  I always thought those things were love... or that they were basis for it. 

 What is love to me?

  Is it in the way she touches my hand?  Possibly in the sensation that travels down my spine when her lips hit my neck.  Perhaps when her breath crosses my ear...  How about when our eyes meet... when she looks straight through my walls and somehow has the ability to melt them with a laugh I can completely resist to utter even as it falls from my lips... the way I can see her heart skips a beat when I surprise her...

 Let me think on this another way..

. is it how she knows just what to say to get under my skin?   Her ability to use those same love filled eyes and cause my body to shiver with fear.   Her ability to make me so uncomfortably vulnerable that to be any other way but open would make me feel as if I were lying to myself.  Or mayhaps her ability to completely drain me of all my sanity....

None of this... Is love.

Love is the breath of our soul
It's not an experience, or a feeling, or an act
all of these things come from loves existence.

There are no words for love...
How could any word dig deep enough
 to where love truly resides?
No word ever gets to where this part of me lives

...unless...

it's from her.
From her love for me.
And with this my soul breaths it back into her.
Only from love to love... does love grow,
does the soul expand and begin to take over your whole life.

Call it Chemistry... call it Soul Mates

It doesn't matter

What does matter is
 that 'Love is'...
...

And that's something it always will be.