Who knows

November 7, 2017

I don’t know much about love

But heres what I do know

It hides in the cracks of your sofa

And in the icky place where dust collects on a ceiling fan

Its in the hard to reach place at the back of your fridge

And in your clogged shower drain

Its a nuisance

Its not something you earn

Or something you deserve

Its not something you get

Its not a package deal

Its not something that can be forced

Or bought

Its not something that can be won

Its often hard to find

But hiding right in front of your face

It not good at all at coming out of your clothes

Its something you live for

Something you’d die for

It develops

It expands

It strengthens

It smells good

And sometimes its lost

Im not sure what love is

If its a feeling or an action

A thought or a belief

A noun or a verb

An adjective

Who knows

None of that could be right

But what I do know is that I’ll try to understand it

Because I love you

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