The Complexity of Love

Love is more complex than a never ending puzzle

Where its power is stronger than the brightness of the sun

and where its purity is as clear as the shade of transparency

When in reality the idea of love flows in a myriad of aspects

But here's what love is not

Love is not something achieved, not something that is caught

Love is not mortal and not something left away to rot

Love is not considered a stain that is marked and seeped in to blot

One's heart and mind, which leaves us to a thought

Of the true meaning of love and how it is so strong

How love is easily attained but not easily prolonged

How love is an aspect that manages to string along

How love is just a feeling but is more lyrical than a song

Love is noticing the light where there is dark

The feeling of relief and rejoice as the free fall of a lark

Lifting the cloth before knowing what is under

The sun along the moon, and the lightning with the thunder

Love is not picking up someone up even if they drop

Love is teaching them to rise so that their motives never stop

Love is not limited to one group or one kind

It is the conceptual feeling of living created in one's mind

Where there's no need to rewind due to the immortality of time

Where is there no necessity for words to express your self, as evident as a mime

So love, a word that augments out of this world

Where the knot of limitations and opinions must soon be uncurled

Into an infinity of petals 

One by one flowing down from above

Different for all, but to me, that is the true meaning of love.