Love.

Love,

has the ability to make us do things.

It has the power to make us act, get on our feet & get on our way.

It makes us do things that we don't usually do.

& it makes us do things that are frowned upon by others.

It makes us do things without thinking,

it makes us speak, and act

in ways that we may appreciate, or regret,

Forever.

Love,

is able to make us feel much more,

the root cause of a snowball of feelings,

all the fuss and uncertainty and confusion,

the anger, the disappointments or the indescribable joy,

the main driving force behind the book of our lives,

the conflict that keeps the story going,

the hook that keeps us coming back for more,

never able to really put the book down.

Love,

is the way my mother cares for & gives in with no complaint,

the way my sister says 'I Love You' 

in the form of fashion advice and shopping trips together.

It is the way you care so much, you stumble, or fall flat on your face.

It is the way that no matter what,

 they are always there to help you up.

It is the way you grasp on to last days like air,

It is the way you smile as you remember the times we once shared.

Love,

is the way tears fill eyes as your heart warms.

Love is the way she still believes no matter what continent he is on.

Love is the way people trust, and Love is the way people still hold on to hope.

Love is the way you see them,

in the shade of cream,

the scent of lavender,

and a pair of shoes.

Love is the way words don't need to be said to be understood.

Love is the sacrifices that don't seem like sacrifices at all,

and Love is the most beautiful, powerful and perfect thing of them all.

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