Love Is Invisible

Love is an invisible thing.

Something felt.

Something warm.

Something that makes a heart sing.

Loving is an invisible thing.

But the expression of love is unmistakeable.

The desire to always be with whom we love,

Is expressed in our thoughts,

Our actions,

Our words,

And unbreakable embraces.

Love is a two way street,

Where one person alone cannot be the only lover.

For this is how love is poison,

Poison to the brain and poison to the heart.

Where that person, if alone

Will drive down that street and will never be stopped by the other.

Until oblivion.

Love might be invisible,

But it is made tangible through our actions. 

Compassion, grief, affection, attention, adoration, and comprehension.

To make love the blanket which should envelop any two people,

Those two people must work together sewing that blanket.

Love is invisible,

But loving is not.