Love is not inherently injurious.
In fact, love is not painful at all.
But the side effects reek havoc on our minds.
Like thread from a sweater that continues to unwind.

Love is more sweet that sugar.
It's softer than fleece and warmer than wool.
There is no agony within love.

You do not find where love is based on your strain.
So, no, love is not pain.

You know it's love because you stare at her all the time.
You know it's love when you wish to call her "mine"
You know it's love because they feel the same way.

It's love,
When your two hearts synchronize.
It's still love,
When she has an irregular heartbeat.

You can tell it's love,
Because their admiration.
You feel the love when their eyes won't stop gazing.

It's always been love,
When their laugh supplies your serotonin.

Like a drug, produces dopamine, making you go crazy persistently.

Love is a feeling that I feel around her, one that I can tell she feels as well.
And that's what makes it love.

Being unable to control it, but endlessly falling with no argument, because the fall is more freeing than that feeling of flying.
If I fall with her, I believe I could soar anyway.

Love is gentle, even when she's rough.
Love is caring, even when she couldn't care enough.
Love is mindful, when she's says that it's okay.
Love is beautiful, In every little way.

Love that is held by one person alone is bitter and unrequited, even unrealistic. And typically it is only grasped for a short while before there is a realization of pity.

Love is not something to be felt by only one.
And trust me, if you truly are in love, you'll know.

                                              -/Ariah Diane/