What is love?
Four letters written on a page,
With blood-stained ink?
A scream at the top of your lungs,
While you are secluded in the middle of the woods,
Fears pressed against your temple like a gun?
That isn't love.
Love is singing with your friends around a campfire,
Talking about the stars,
And the journey of life.
Love is a journey of self-love,
And growing into the person you want to be.
You as an individual reaching for the stars,
Going places where no one has gone before.
That, is love