What is love? Hrm well...

Do you have to ask such a question?
I found love very complicated and frightening.
I am a wandering ministrel that wander from one place to another
Yet my heart is loyal and finicky
Love excites me and it bores me
If you're not here with me, I get bored
If you stay too long and outlive your welcome, I get bored
and I want my breathing space

I wasn't very wordy before
and now I learn how to communicate
and I learn what what I want
to don't let things stagnant

Love is trying to learn what you like
and push you to do things that you love

Love is the fiery passion of souls
and fires up the body for a union of hearts

Love is hearing you talking and I listen sometimes
but sometimes I'm daydreaming how I want to be close to you
and I forgot what you were saying three seconds ago
and then you get mad at me when I can't recall what you said
seconds ago, can you be patient with me and repeat what you said again?

Love is do your damn job when I expect you too
and I will ask you over and over again until you get it right

Love is dammit, when you're going to kiss me already before I go
to sleep at night so I can have the comfort and security that you'll protect me
and keep me safe from the night terrors?
I already ask you and that is exactly on my mind.

Love is when you're going to appear here at this time
and wow, you're late I had been waiting for you for 15 minutes
where had you been, I was worried sick about you

Love is not calling you constantly, but I do beg and leave notes
at least 3 times a day and thinking about you will appear constantly
because you're on my mind and I want you to call me dammit
Because I do miss you

Love is me watching you doing something you like and encourage you to do it
because I know that makes you happy and it's not self-serving
it's call nurturing and growing yourself
and when you grow, I grow too

Love is reminding not to be too hard on yourself
less scolding and more expressing the imagination

I wander from place to place
Looking up at the sky at the stars and moon
But maybe if you begged me a little
I'll stay where you want me to be
Not because I don't like you or I hate the place
But because I need to see the world and I want you to come with me

Love is placing your face on my shoulder
leaning on my hair and close to my ears
and you mumbled, "I love you. You know that?"
I would say, "Nope, I didn't know." But I held your hand
with gratitude and I learn to believe we are who we are.

When you're in love, I learn to accept that it's okay not to be a warrior
because violence isn't okay
And it's okay to be pushy because it's not okay to be a doormat
and not being able to say no or yes
And it's totally okay
to surrender to me and trust me sometimes
because I can keep secrets

Because your soul is safe me and I learn now
that our little secrets is store inside of our hearts
And I learn now not to get ahead of myself
with my ego and telling the world

I want to keep you safe and that's how I shall honor you