A wandering child came to me one day
from a place I've yet to discover
and with the innocent eyes of curiosity
asked me this:
"What is love?"
And I, even with the knowledge of
the witchcraft of words
with my tomes of the English language
and understanding of nouns,
syllables, and synonyms
could not give the young wonderer
a definite definition.
But then speeches past came back to me
harsh monologs of unintentional harm
that is a popular yet false definition.
"It is when a man and a woman
want to spend their lives together...."
I could not tell the child this
for I would be misleading, telling half-truths.
And that is not a definition.
So I looked down upon the enquirer
and smiled an honest smile,
something I could not do even with the wisest,
and gave her my answer, my answer.
Love is a difficult thing, an easy thing
that requires hands-on experience
to fully comprehe