Love is an Appellation

Love is an appellation

Call love what you will:

The fluttering bliss in your belly

Your heart running on a treadmill

The euphoria flushing your face

The restricting rapture in your lungs, and the knots in your throat

The temporary, pleasant passion between two bodies becoming one

Where “I love you,” aren’t soulless words, but genuine demonstrations

Unexpected yet tender embraces and sudden yet playful kisses

A trust and loyalty which forms an unwavering partnership

A dozen roses, a giant teddy bear, a case heart of chocolates

A ring, a proposal, a promise, a vow

In health, in sickness, in life or death

Respect, responsibility, and resilience

Although this is true, some labels of love is misguided

Where “I love you,” is a grim excuse; a sick justification

Where it becomes something toxic and eerie

That weakens your mind and clouds your vision

That makes your skin crawl and your body stiffen

That makes the blood in your veins run cold

That leaves behind dark bruises and blemishes, deep scars and scarred minds

It shouldn't be, “because I love you,” but, “I love you”

I love your infectious smile and the wrinkles which compliment it

I love your unique laugh and your odd humor

I love your little so-called imperfections and flaws

They make you... you

And there is no one else I’d rather share this appellation with than with you