In Need Of A Definition
It's 7 in the morning
I'm off to my first place of learning
Imaginative Writing
When suddenly
The lady whom I've given the best 3 years of existnece to
Stops me and kisses me in the midst of the condensed hall
A thousand lip collisions since the first
And my weariness is totaled after each one to this day
I look into the depths of your iris hypnotized
And say
"I Love You."
You then raise your caramel dimples and say it back with a voice of clarity
That I wish I posessed
As a writer whose gimmick is complex rhyme schemes
Webster and I are practically sensei and pupil
I am taught how to acheive zen
Through his words of wisdom
Yet that one word
That one word
Lacks the definite of a definition to this second
It claims it is no more than intense sexual attachment
A mere attraction
But magnets repel similarities and Love
We are much too alike
It states that it can be a noun
Yet in no manner have you given yours in a giftwrap yet
Love
Says that hatred is an antithesis
Yet the thesis statement of our empathetic dialogues are always "I know I drive you crazy, but I just care too much."
The dopamine releases from your compliments
Yet the heart pumps of furious red blood the moment you condescend
The definition didn't state my tone would get violent when you say you need space
The definition didn't state my eyes would trail to you in a crowd by instinct
The definition didn't state you could make me cry
Or laugh
Or smile
Or make me lose my sanity
Easier than any other organism on Gaia's face
The sensei
Knows only what is
Since feelings are not in a state of being
Perhaps this endless search of answers
Is making my true definition fleeting