What Love is

what love is, steven humphreys, poetry, poems, prose, author, writer

ask me

what Love is



eyes can



Babies are love

Babies love everyone

Who doesn’t love a baby?

when love grows old

is it time to leave?

When love grows cold

Was it ever love?

they say

I love you

these days

as if it’s only a mere word

said too casually

The young are in love

with someone today

gone tomorrow


in a whim

in love with love

but it’s forgiven

They are learning

and you never

seem to




what love is and isn’t

no one ever forgets his first kiss

that they felt would last forever

holding hands the first time

it gives of itself freely

it moves mountains

has no pride

Heals the sick

mourns the dead

and the dying

Does good deeds

Is patient

and understanding

Tears down fences

removes borders

replaces the word

‘mine with ours’

It trusts there

is still some goodness

left in

human kind


holds the trembling hands

for the very last time

of someone


will always love

beyond this


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