This is a poem about what I understand of love. You can take it as deeply or as superficially as you would take any poem but to me, this is real. This is 24 years of perspective and it is dedicated to all of my loved ones:
True love is uncorrupted.
It is mine.
It lives inside of my soul, my mind, and my body. In its strongest moments, it actually hurts. It responds to touch.
It wears different faces. It is empathetic before it is angry. It is very defensive.
It can be erroneously mimicked, it can be abused, and it can be challenged.
It can be lost but it cannot be taken.
It always is but should never be questioned.
True love is the reason I live.