Love not for Lovers

Maybe she is not real but only an expression,
A Queen in paint

What is love but selfless availability?
A reason to live
The openness of hearts to the tingles of feelings
Wrapped in tight embraces that inspire a glow in chests when her skin touches your arms and neck

Who is love but the muse that inspires your art,
A reason to be better
Lending its listening ears to triumphs and heartbreaks,
Failure and success judging only when need be,
But kissing cheeks and lips without intent to leave

When is love but a thought
a past
Maybe our parents understood this ladder because the future and our present seem to have fallen through the gaps
And with a twisted ankle we vowed never to climb to this heartwarming trust built after our fall in love.

Where is love but in the eyes,
The joyous dance of the soul
But these windows we have tinted and can no longer tell if this dance is real or a fraud
or if her soul dances at all
Love lost pursuers and was assigned capitalists
Exchanging the word for either sexual or materialistic profit,
I guess this new love is gossip.

When is love but never again
Who is love but an image of a heartbroken pain filled face
What is love but a word to exchange
Where is love today?

Maybe she is not real but only an expression,
A Queen in paint.