I think that sometimes
People mix up ‘love’
with ‘infatuation’
Just to simply
love an appearance
an aesthetic
a voice or a face
To ‘love’ someone’s smile
It isn’t the same
That is to
infatuate
I believe that love
lasts a long many years
It is smiles and laughs
and rainstorm tears
‘Love’ in it’s true form
isn’t all sunny skies
It is tired, relentless
and good and bad times
It’s wanting to be there
when your lover cries
It’s wanting to cause
their smile and
to kiss away
anxious eyes
Love in it’s true form
is strong yet fragile
It’s bonds are held by
that that’s invisible
It seems so small
Like a glass heart
or vase
but it’s worth it
if I get
to wake up to your face