What Is....?

Someone asked me to write a piece about what I thought love is. What it really is. So, here we go;


Love is the feeling you get inside your chest,
Where it tightens up, and you find it hard to breathe.
Or maybe it's a bit easier to take a breath,
At least while you've got it.
Love is like being wrapped up tightly in a blanket,
That's freshly out of the dryer.
It's about already knowing what's there,
And not having to question it.
An unspoken bond that can't be broken.
Without saying a word, you already know that the person you love,
Is already there for you, even if you don't always talk to them about what's bruising your ribs.
To me, love is that unexplainable feeling you get that starts in your chest,
And slowly works its way up your throat, over your tongue, and out between your lips.
That you try so hard to put into words, but none of the words make sense.
Just a jumble of thoughts, that all made sense at one time,
But putting them into words, just doesn't work.
Love is like stepping outside on a crisp fall morning,
And just taking a deep breath, feeling refreshed, rejuvenated, alive.
It's like feeling the warmth of the sun hit your face,
On one of those chilly December afternoons.
Or maybe it's like a cup of hot chocolate, on those same afternoons.
To me, love knows no boundaries, no limits, no set standard.
Love is unconditional, because regardless of what happens,
Because you're always going to hold that love in your heart.
Even if you don't always admit it,
It's still there.


...That's what love is to me, personally.