Love

Love is the smell of your mother
Love is the smell of your child.
Love feels the warmth of skin
And the separation of miles.
Love is a knowing glance
A shared history and shared emotions.
Love takes time and wipes it away
Love is like tears in the oceans.
Love is exciting and familiar
It has been since before we were born
It can engulf, it can comfort, it can burn out
But it can still be felt long after it is gone.

Love is not a single emotion
Love is not an idea
Love is not a collection of biological impulses
Love is not the magnetism of north and south poles.

Freindship, hatred, lust, repulsion, generosity, jealousy
A cool reproach and a warm embrace.
Selfishness and selflessness, intimacy and detachment,
Fatigue, exhaustion and a heart that races

Love is what is left when all else fades...
When this life closes.