Drunken Thoughts On Love Poem by Matthew Holloway

And so to love
How do talk about this word
What can be said that already
Has yet to be spoken about
How can we express emotion
How can we describe desire and lust
The fire burning inside and the lost nights
Where we lay awake thinking over possible dreams
Playing out movie scenes in a cinematic collection
Of what love and passion could be
Making something far too perfect
Than can ever be real
Is it love I ask of no consequence
For the answer means little
Unless the frail human hearts
Are revealed