What is it

They scoff and say my words are tame, No lover's fire, no whispered flame. "Just verses penned in shades of gray," They sneer, not knowing where love truly lays.

But then you ask, with hopeful eyes, "Poet, oh Poet, how love conquers skies? How do you find that destined soul, The missing piece that makes you whole?"

A knowing smile upon my face, "My friend," I say, "forget the chase. Love's not a trophy, nor a fleeting glance, It's whispered secrets in a moonlit dance."

Forget the form, the perfect frame, Love's a melody, a whispered name. It's finding comfort in a kindred soul, Two halves that fit, a story told.

It's laughter shared on rainy days, A hand to hold through life's dark maze. The way they see you, flaws and all, And love you fiercely, through winter's squall.

It's stolen moments, quick and bright, A knowing glance that sets things right. The silent trust, a bond that's strong, A love that whispers, "You belong."

So let them scoff, their words won't sting, For love's a truth my verses sing. It's not a sonnet penned in haste, But a forever love, a love that's meant to last.