What Is Love?

Love is seeing your perfect imperfections.

Love is knowing when to stop.

Love is admitting I'm wrong not because I was, but because I value my relationship over my ego.

Love is shedding tears over your hurt.

Love is hearing someone out, even when it hurts.

Love is making sacrifices for your benefit.

Love.

That's what I wanted to give.

Love.

But it never turns out that way.

I'm sorry we're so broken.

That we can't see things eye to eye.

I'm sorry I can't love you right.

I'm sorry I can't cry.

Love.

It's waiting on yourself when someone needs you more.

It's being careful not to step where someone might be sore.

Love is showing you all the things I really want you to see.

Love is what I feel for you.

Love that God gave me.

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This poem was sparked by an "argument" I got into. But it doesn't start there. These have been some really deep feelings I've had for maybe over a month or so. I just never really knew what was bothering me. This is what I was being drowned in. There will be more on this poem soon. Probably too soon.