What is love
What defines such a word, who can say this must be love, is it when a connections made, where you fit like hand in glove
Is it when you share a kink, or you both sail in the same boat, is it when you have to say goodnight the words jam in your throat
Maybe loves just a kiss, or it presides within a smile, a glance that simply makes you glow, makes your life worth while
Is during the darkest times, they are a small but precious light, scaring away the monsters that haunt you in the night
Is it the feeling that you get when your bodies blend as one, or playing games when fucking as you greet the morning Sun
The trust found between you, the faith in each of you, to share your secret lusts and desires, a thing found by so few
So what makes this thing called love, is it the pain when you're apart, all I know is that when you find it, you should just keep it in you're heart
Love seems a complex word, bound within so many things, never give up looking for it and all the joy it brings
So whatever gives you the feeling, for you that love is real, it doesn't have to have a label, loves just a way you feel
THE KINKY POET
