Someone asked “What is Love?”

As if the answer would make it real.

Love isn’t words or phrases said.

It’s just simply what you feel.

Lessons in love are painfully clear.

There’s no books or homework given.

You win, you lose, a prize is claimed.

It’s what we call real life livin’.

Other words are just as important.

Respect, trust, loyalty, and honor.

Honesty and fairness come to mind.

Without them, love is a goner.

An arrow shot will only go forward.

Leaving behind the bow that pulled it.

The past is the past if you keep looking back

The arrow will miss its target.

Love is a rose in a garden, not vase.

Amongst the thorns of regret and doubt.

Once bloomed it must be carefully nourished

Or it will fade and die from toxic drought.

So “What is Love” you ask over and over.

An ocean you thought was way too deep.

Or a hill you thought was way too high.

Or that moment too scared to take the leap.

Love is a butterfly you’ll never catch.

It flitters into skies of blue.

Stand in the garden of roses and thorns.

And hope the butterfly lands on you.