What does love mean to you: conversational poetry

Love, love is a brilliant flame that smolders your heart in a – startlingly – reassuring way.

Love, love is a place for a wandering heart to take a rest and find a home.

Perhaps, love is found in the grasping embers of a dusk Sun, refusing to set against the night’s pull

The winged ones who glide among one another, across the horizon – inseparable even above moonlit lands

A search only so futile for more, as the skies gifted before me present forever and full

Yet all of these musings, streaked with tales of fantasy and dream – as I open my eyes, I find within my hands.

Love is the sight of sunrise and sunset, golden streaks of sunlight

It can be found in the view of one hand tightly clasping another, fingers intertwined

Love is the sight of ear to ear smiles, eyes crinkled and bright

It can be seen in the view of one arm around the other, truly aligned

Love is heard, a nimble blade slicing through clamor and cries

Quiet as lightning only to shift into resounding rumbles, thunder

Rather than thunder come with storm, the contrary is the arise

The throbs of my pulse in a tuned synchronization, the prior noises flooded asunder

Love is the sound of sweet nothings whispered delicately into your ear

It can be heard in the endless laughter we share, bliss for the heart

Love is the sound of “it’s okay” even when tears fall heedlessly like rain and with fear

It can be heard in the relentless joys and pain we share, never apart

Living within the unnamed, indescribable scents of named and worn homes – lies love

An essence everchanging through the breaths of whom it chases

Of an inkling, flown and descended from planes crossing above

Do these aromas don names of far aways, in tightening embraces.

Love is the scent of a bouquet of fresh cut roses, both flower and thorn

It can be breathed in like the summer sun, warming your lungs and drawing a smile

Love is the scent of ribbon-tied white lilies and jasmine, to gladly adorn

It can be breathed in like the midnight moon, calming your soul, at peace for a while

Maybe, love is the oasis I reach at the climax of a desert odyssey

The curious spring that reflects not a lone image of me

The crisp surge tastes of the untraveled dunes, mapped along ancient mythology

Despite its encapsulating ice against the stifling sands, rather than keep – it sets oneself free

Love is the savor of your name said by me, my name said by you

It can be tasted in the precious way each syllable feels to pronounce, the memories they bring

Love is the savor of midnight walks where love is proclaimed under the moon

It can be tasted in the priceless words to exchange, the passion of which they sing

Eyelids, trembling under a new day

Surrounding a being, the reminiscent yet original sensations

Nerves tingling, eccentric – only to again return from slips away

Between us, our passions

Love is the sensation of my head on your shoulder, fully relaxed

It can be felt in the way our heartbeats slowly come to match the same rhythm, perfectly alike

Love is the sensation of running into your arms, the place I know best

It can be felt in the way our we’re drawn to each other, through heart, soul, and mind

…Love is a brilliant flame that smolders your heart in a reassuring way.

…Love is a place for a wandering heart to take a rest and find a home.

That’s what love is.

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The left column was written by Nat, and the right column was written by Anya.