Questioning Love

What is Love?

How does it fit?

Is it expansive?

Is it for free?

A verb or a noun?

Animal?

Vegetable?

Mineral?

Chemical?

Euphoria?

Hysteria?

All you need is Love.

I'm wondering if that’s true?

I need trust.

I need respect.

I need to say something…

I deserve more than just Love.

Because…

Love didn’t make him want to stay.

Love alone wasn’t enough.

Maybe Love and I haven't been properly introduced.

I want to know what Love is.

I want you to show me.

Will you show me?

Or should I show you?

What do I really know about Love?

Gooey, sticky, oozing and wet.

Love seems messy.

Love gets on everything.

Who am I to say what Love is and

what it is not?

I’m still learning,

I’m still investigating,

experimenting,

trying my hand at Love.

I’m just a novice,

a child.

But I’m willing to learn,

if Love will have me.

I’m willing to try,

if Love will be patient.

I’m willing to lean into Love

because Love seems like the answer to every question…

and I have a lot of questions.