Love is.....

She looked up at me with those eyes. Those eyes that conveyed so much; So often they looked angry, mischievous, sad, happy, but at that moment they looked innocent. Just innocent. I looked deep into those eyes. A tear formed in one corner and rolled down her cheek. I had nothing to say, I just leant back and stared at the ceiling. What could I say?

I didn't know what to say. What was I supposed to say? Did she want me to say anything? I thought of what she  might want to hear:

• "Within you I lose myself. Without you I find myself wanting to become lost again."
•  "The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite."
• "Make me immortal with a kiss."
• "It's so easy, To think about Love, To Talk about Love, To wish for Love, But it's not always easy, To recognize Love, Even when we hold it.... In our hands."
• "The only true gift is a portion of yourself."

I thought about saying all that but I thought that poetry was a bit gay. And by that time I'd come anyway so I just said thanks and told her not to kiss me straight after.