What is love?
Is it the feeling,
That you just cannot,
Live without that special someone?
Is it when all day,
The only thing you can think about,
Is that one person,
And you just canít concentrate,
Because they make your heart,
Flutter and beat faster?
Is it an obsession,
And does it makes you think that,
You could never imagine,
Even one single day,
Without them in it?
Is it imagining the future,
And always seeing them beside you,
Maybe raising children together,
Or maybe deciding not to,
But knowing that,
Against all the odds,
That you will grow old with them?
Is it a carnal passion,
Wanting to have them,
With every fibre of your being,
Needing to be with them,
Your body starting to overheat,
Just thinking about them?
I may not know exactly,
What true love is and can be,
Since a lot of people seem to think,
That teenagers cannot be in love.
And maybe we canít;
Iím not in a position to judge,
But I do know this:
Love can be anything,
That any individual,
Wants and makes it to be.
So you shouldnít judge people,
If they say theyíre in love,
Because they just may be,
Or think they are,
And they may just think,
The same thing of you,
And your special someone.
Donít take love for granted,
Because youíll miss it when itís gone,
And youíll wish you could get it back,
For it was a light against the dark,
And how all thatís left is blackness.
Love comes in many different forms,
And you may not see it at first,
But hold it close and cherish it,
Because itís a rose among thorns,
A beacon of hope,
Forever strengthening and inspiring.