Love/Loss/Gain
it is only better to have loved and lost
if you gain more from love
than is gone when it's lost.
What is love anyway?
What defines it?
Is it the way he makes me tingle when I feel his warmth?
Or is it the way he looks at me?
his eyes; so sparkling, so kind.
Maybe it's the way we can talk for hours
about nothing at all.
The way he touches my face when he kisses me,
how we can argue about his eye color
and it somehow brings us closer together.
Love isn't the way I can tell him anything,
nor is it the way I dream of him every night.
It's not how holding his hand is holding his heart,
Or the way his arms are home to me.
Love is not how he makes me feel;
how I'm the only girl in the world with him.
Love is none of these things,
love is the reason for them.
the greatest thing of all,
is how love
just is.
I gained from love more than I knew.
I gained myself.
You showed me who I was,
A me that loved you.
A memory of my brightest smile,
my sweetest innocence.
I lost so much in losing love.
I lost a knowledge of who I was.
I lost my brightest smile,
my sweetest innocence.
But never will I lose the memory.
So all the while I'm missing you,
trying to find myself again,
it all adds up.
And it was all worth it
because I'll always remember
how it felt to be us.
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