Love: A Word, Yet A Universe Poem by Anoosha Zaib

Love
A combination of four letters,
Pronounced as one syllable,
A heartbeat that echoes in every human chest,
A breath held between words,
A breath deeply felt,
Where words don't matter,
But it holds infinite emotions.
Sometimes it is energetic,
Sometimes it is pain,
Sometimes it is pleasure,
Sometimes it is tears,
Sometimes it is peace,
Sometimes it is chaos,
Sometimes it is joy,
Sometimes it is sorrow,
Sometimes it is a sense of fulfillment,
Sometimes it a sense of emptiness
Sometimes it is freedom,
Sometimes it is captivity,
Sometimes love is certainty,
And sometimes it is confusion.
Sometimes it is giving,
Sometimes it is demanding,
Sometimes it is healing,
Sometimes it is hurting,
Sometimes it is a beginning,
Sometimes it is an ending,
Sometimes it is a whisper,
Sometimes it is a storm,
Sometimes it is rain,
Sometimes it is fire,
Sometimes it is home,
Sometimes it is wilderness,
Sometimes it is melody,
Sometimes it is silence,
Sometimes it is sunrise,
Sometimes it is sunset,
Sometimes it is a bridge,
Sometimes it is an abyss,
Sometimes it is a candle,
Sometimes it is the wind,
Sometimes it is a journey,
Sometimes it is a destination,
Sometimes it is a question,
Sometimes it is an answer,
Sometimes it is a rose,
Sometimes it is a thorn,
Sometimes it is the sweetest dream,
Sometimes it is the cruelest awakening,
Sometimes it is light,
Sometimes it is shadow,

AHH! Love, just a four-letter word,
But what is love?
Love is wrapped in beauty,
A dance of fire and rain,
A fleeting joy,
A lasting pain,
A thread of hope,
A trail of despair,
Love is the breath,
And love is the air.

Love is a flicker in the dark,
A spark that ignites the soul.

Love is a storm on a quiet sea,
A calm that shakes the heart.

Love is a whisper on a crowded street,
A silence that speaks louder than words.

Love is the moon's reflection,
A glow that guides through the night.

Love is a thread of gold,
Binding hearts in eternal embrace.

Love is a dream that never fades,
A vision that lives beyond the eyes.

Love is a garden of thorns,
Where beauty blooms despite the pain.

Love is the sky before the storm,
A calm that hides the brewing fury.

Love is the echo of a forgotten song,
A melody that lingers in the soul.

Love is a shadow at dawn,
A mystery that fades as the sun rises.

Love is the warmth in the cold,
A fire that defies the frost.

Love is a path with no end,
A journey that never truly begins or ends.

Love is a broken melody,
A song that is sweeter in its imperfections

AHH! Love: A word so small, yet a universe unspoken.