Love Poem: Tell Me of Love
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Written by: Anthony Sfreddo

Tell Me of Love

Think long and hard and tell me-what is love?
I’m thinking of the normal answers, and they appall me!
Tell me love is chocolate, flowers, and sex;make my day!
I pity those who believe that, because that is not love
No that is materialism, that is society ruining something special
Love, well it’s different for everyone-depends on the person
But I’ve got an idea of what it is to me…
Catch this I get stationed in Korea, and I get on a plane
I get off the plane and a woman I’ve never met has bought me a ring
She confesses to me that she can’t live without me; I gave her nothing
Well, not exactly nothing-I suppose
I gave her happiness, made her feel special, I gave her hope
She sent me the ring, and after only two months of talking, we are on the way to getting married
Foolish, young, naive-blah blah, everyone has an opinion-no one keeps it to themselves
They tell us slow down, get to know each other, spend some time together…
Yet, we’ve planned for our first two kids already
We’ve planned a savings plan to buy a house when my contract expires
We are some of the most pro active you adults you’ll ever meet!
But we are not in love right?
Because I can’t kiss her yet, or hug her-I can’t love her?
Let me ask you-when a mother is pregnant, does she love that unborn baby?
The answer is yes…so why can’t we be in love?
The answer is simple-society says it’s a recipe for disaster-
Well, society, I hate to tell you this, I love her…
Love is the feeling in your heart, knowing your appreciated…
Love is being able to tell someone anything and everything…
Love is giving up sleep, and dealing with it to see her face…
Love is my blonde haired blue eyed fiancé…
Whether society accepts it because “love” must be this physical thing
Or they look down on it because it’s hopeless
Nothing stops me from waking up when the sunrises here…
And the sunsets where she is…
…and I say those 3 words, with every bone, muscle, tissue in my body quivering in joy…
…nothing has or will ever stop me from saying I love you to her
I know what love is, and it's a beautiful feeling
Love is simple…
…love…
Love is what you make it.