Love is something that is not tangible,
not replaceable,
not conditional,
not faltering,
not perfect,
not sacrificial,
blind.
Romance, however is conditional,
faltering,
replaceable,
sacrifice,
perfect.
I am a princess.
I am His kitten.
Love is protection,
protective,
carefree,
simple,
easy,
hard,
helpful,
hurtful.
My love is easy.
Once you have it, you can’t give it back.
You will always have it.
When you finally have my love,
I am all in.
Hurting me is easy,
I become vulnerable.
I was naive to start,
now I am just blind.
Blinded by the love that has taken over me.
I can see straight,.
The world is clear.
I am in love with Him,
I love myself,
I love my weird unconventional family that we have built.
So what is love to me?
A feeling that words will never do justice.
Author’s note: I am given talking points for my journal, not all the time, but they are there, so I don’t forget my journal is there. So one day My journal talking point was “What is love to you?” and it turned into this. well this just makes me giggle….have you not read my poems on lush….
Written by TxPrincess for publication on LushStories Only!
