What is Love?

What is Love?

A Poem by EJ Servellon
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Love is a misunderstood force that needs deeper awareness.

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Out of all human experiences,

Many ask ourselves what is love?

Wondering, dreaming, pondering.

 

Has it been the million songs, serenades or poems written?

Tears shed?

To show how much you need someone?

The desperate need to feel validated?

To fill the empty space or cup?

No.. this is not love.

 

To hoard flowers, chocolates, and plastic flair?

To place a price tag on someone’s heart?

No.. this is not love.

 

To sleep with either a man or woman?

Just to get a commitment, or ring?

No.. this is not love.

 

To react in rage or anger,

In order to obtain what the self wants or needs?

No.. this is not love either.

 

Beyond the self, there is a true meaning.

A power that recalibrates every cell in your being.

An inner fire of the heart.

Erupting in a blaze.

Incinerating all that of the self,

with an unwavering sense purpose.

 

Love is the great unknown.

To open the heart in trust, is unknown.

An unknown that says, love hurts.

...it does not have to.

 

Love is the abandonment of everything, for another.

The release of attachments, needs, conditions.

The knowing that you are complete as you are.

With the desire to give it all away.

For the chance that another can experience something greater.

 

Love is bearing the greatest burden, cost, pain.

While, sparing others the story or drama.

To give the most priceless gift you have.

Without saying who its from.

To expect nothing in return.

To accept an unknown child, and call it your own.

To say you love someone, without knowing them.

 

To see your greatest lover marry someone else, and wish them all the best.

As their happiness, is your happiness.

It is smiling to your loved one, as you take your last breath of life.

To listen, to understand another’s story.

Even when you, have never been understood.

To show up, when others do not.

Universal, equilateral, gratifying, divine.

This is Love.

 

Everything else, is just an illusion

…or simply just bullshit.

© 2019 EJ Servellon


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EJ Servellon
EJ Servellon

Mount Prospect, IL



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