I Love You

 I’d once wondered

What does love feels like 

Is it soft like the pillow of a newborn child

Or harsh like the spray of angry waves 

Is it loud like the blaring sirens

Or tender like whisper of rustling leaves

Who can tell me what it feels like? 

One said, ‘It’s when your hands touch,

And refuses to let go,’

One said, ‘it’s when you buy flowers,

And see the smile on her face.’

Another said, ‘well, it feels like everything,

And also nothing.’

I searched the skies for answers

The seas for their wisdom

‘It’s beyond words,’ they said,

‘your heart will know it when it loves.’

It is still beyond words, my heart says

And sometimes you drown in the confusion 

Is it love? Is it not? 

Does he love me? Do I love him? 

Still? 

I’ve known the touch of his lips 

The sound of his words

The breadth of his kindness 

The height of his passions 

It’s the smallest moments - 

The soft rustle of laundry being folded

The harsh pants of his breaths 

The loud arguments that we have

The soft clinking of him doing dishes

It’s not what you feel, Love. 

Love is not a noun nor adjective

Love is a verb

We feel love because we chose love 

To love, and to be loved

It is what you choose. 

How does love feel? 

Well, it feels like a choice.