LoVe

It's written in the stars; it's written in our hearts.
God is it, but it isn't God.
The feeling when you long so much to see someone?
The fact that they inspire you everyday to be the best you can be?
The way you look into each others eyes?
Could it be something drawn from within?
Something far too deep to ever know for sure.
It grows.
Like none other.
Far too great to imagine.
The fantasies, they could posses it for what the eye can see.
But one can't see it.
A feeling.
A feeling that is ever so alive.
It's not living, but everything alive has it encompassed inside.
Because it is what created it.
The dark can't dim the power it threshes into you and I.
It takes courage, and kindness to use it to it's full capacity.
It's our quest to find it, but how do we know when we have found it?
Don't ask why any longer, nor propose how.
For don't you see?
It is love.