What Love Is.

You've taught me
what love is.

It's not that
flutter
I get in my
heart when I'm with
you.
It's not the
bliss
that you give.

Love is the word that
slits
your tongue, and drips
bitter-sweet blood.

Its so many risks
that we
dare
to take
Such a dangerous game
we play.
The gamble where
our hearts
are
at stake.

Baby, we've fallen
in deep
twined like a small grass basket
such a strong bond
weaved with
such fragile wisps.

Love is not a feeling
I've learned
but an understanding,
A journey
on an immortal path
that we take.

Another day
another stretch
another layer weaved
another tree grown
another leaf falling
another step forward
with you.