A Shape Poem : The Idea Of Love

                                                                         The Idea of Love

                              What is love?                                             Feelings I never felt of

                   Nor do I acknowledge it before                        Are the things that I longed for

               Tell me, what is love? Family is love          And willing to do anything for loved ones

         Maybe we thought it is the sacrifices they made. Loved ones, us. Yes it was. What is love?

      Love could be the laughter shared with friends. Of bad jokes, ideas you’d be too   bashful    to
  tell anyone else, secrets, stories from the past, and dreams of the future. Of tears, anger, rage,
Shouting matches, days, weeks gone by with no conversation, regret, and forgiveness. The quiet

moments shared in between the vivid segments. Someone who, throughout all      the         tidal

Waves and drought, the summer time and fun, still calls you “friend.” What is love? I      love   their

Unforgettable smile. I love their both firm and sweet face at the same time. I love both their  delicate

and strong feature. I love both innocence and bold look. Love is a beautiful ability, but also extremely 

Dangerous. They are both the sweetest angelic and young beautiful figure. In fascination     of this 

   Beauty. The most amazing thing about them, is that they are totally unaware of their charm   and 

     Their effect on me. They have an extraordinary charm of manner and wonderful grace   in   all 

       Their movement. The rhythm of time, the dark side of nature. A dark   romance     blossoms

          From the lifeblood of once broken heart. With swarovski crystals set beneath   the    red

            Enamel blood. What is love? I love a certain place. Their history. Their music.   Their

             Language. Their culture. Their costumes. I feel I am connected to it. It    is        the

               Strangest feeling. Like our souls are entangled. What is love? It   could          be 

                  Felt towards many things. Hobbies that keep us sane in times of chaos. Like 

                    An artist and their work, translating their thoughts into real life      through

                       Their hands. The graphite smudged on the side of a bored student’s

                           Hand. The wet clay on an old lady’s hands. Like a musician and

                                 Their instruments. The “eureka” moments when composing

                                       A song. A wistful man humming old songs on  the

                                            Radio. A starry-eyed child at her first  piano 

                                               Recital. Hobbies that make      us   feel

                                                   Human. Those are the ideas of love

                                                        The  things   that   make   us

                                                                          Human.