I Know Not What Love Is

WHAT is love? It is free-verse poetry about the theme of love. Here, I've tried to describe a confused concept of love and an understood concept. I hope you love it.

I know not what love is.

I rummaged all the libraries

and flipped page after page,

frantically looking for this feeling

that pains the human heart,

and yet comforts with unsettling ease.

The scientists gave theories of love,

while philosophers spilt page-long definitions;

the psychologists gave the "triangular theory of love".

The 'what' is becoming a maze,

an ever-tangling thread of disarray.

Just then, I met an old couple.

The old man was feeding his wife

with a shaking spoon, a wrinkling hand under it.

She pressed her lips to the spoon,

he smiled at her.

"This is love" words slipped out of my lips,

and I sat down under a tree,

all my knowledge spilling out,

the books resurfacing as blank pages

in my memory.

Author's Note

Good day, sirs! It's a free-verse poem about love. Your review will be of much help to me.

Reviews

[danielle.]

Love comes in many forms, it can be elusive and fleeting. Perhaps love that endures into old age is the ultimate? No one wants to grow old alone. A heartwarming little piece.