Love. What is it?

I believe...

It is a Longing.
You pine to be with them every waking moment.
It's wanting to say so much...
But once you see them
You're speechless.
When you look them in the eyes
You forget everything
And all you see
Is them.

It is Inspiration.
The fuel one needs to create something beautiful
Is concealed within their every touch.
Every feature,
Every flaw they see in themselves
Is perfect to you.

It is caring.
When they sob,
You cry.
When they hurt,
You hurt ten times worse.
You laugh together
But then, when your eyes meet,
You just smile.

It is a Secret.
You secretly wish they would never leave
But at the same time
Know they would never go.
You can give
Or you can receive
But it is fragile
So please...
Handle with care.
**completed at 11:11 PM .no lie. 7/13/10**

-See what happens to me when I'm bored!!
-Jess