l o v e Pt 2. My version.

I wrote this last month sometime, while sitting, thinking, alone, and it just came to me. I haven't written poetry in a while, so excuse me for how rusty I am at it.

L O V E *

What does it really mean?
Is it public displays of affection?
Flowers, Cards, and Candy?
Hugs with lots of kisses?
Or are all of these society's depiction on the wonderful emotion?
Love, to me is kind.
It's sweet, and most of all it's respect.
I have always confused MY feelings, with reality.
Harsh words but long hugs, and passionate kisses. .
I don't want love to be a fabrication.
I want something R E A L*
Someone who would never intentionally hurt me, because hurting me, would hurt him.
I want to be held, and to not have a doubt in the world that the person holding me, would rather be nowhere else but with me.
A friendship so strong, that love was the only way to go from it.
My partner, my spouse, but most of all my best friend.
Someone to battle my worse nightmares with.
Someone who makes life have meaning.
He doesn't complete me, but instead compliment's me.
l o v e** it has to be so much more than four letters.
So much more than a pacifier.
Much more, then passionate sex.
One day, someday, until then, I'll wait.
L O V E ME*

-- Ariel Delande.