the writers have tried and failed to give a definition to love

of flowers and showers, sunlight and dark

the moon and the stars, the tides and the land

they never came close

because with definition you limit, words cannot hope to embody something so freeing and pure

true love, is a blessing, a cool breeze down the spine, a clicking of two halves into something more than either ever could have been alone

it is giving all, good, bad indifferent, without reservation, without judgement, and still wanting more

it is surrendering yourself to become part of something more wonderful than dream

the greats never mention that you have to lose yourself to find yourself

that’s the secret to it all

you will never be the same after, that person before dies so that this new version can run without fear into the light

then you smell the flowers, feel every drop of rain

sunlight shimmers across your skin, the darkness ripples like velvet

the moon becomes less a pale reflection than glimmer of hope and every star is a lesson in perservance

and every wave is a kiss from the ocean to the slowly eroding shoreline of tomorrow

then you are close

surrender and see