Love Is...

And maybe love isn't someone with the same ocean storm heart that obliterates everything in its wake; maybe it's someone who will calm your storm and ride the waves. And maybe he's never liked the beach but suddenly your deep like the sea eyes have become his paradise. Maybe love isn't finding him in the darkness, maybe he's the light. Maybe love isn't black and white, maybe it's red like my lipstick stains on your mouth after you kiss me. Maybe it isn't light but something heavy that we long to carry with us despite the difficulty. Maybe love is exactly what everyone says it is, and maybe love is different for everyone. All I know is that my love is the kind that wakes the soul up just to cuddle up against it on cold mornings. My love is nothing more than Christmas lights in July and a twin sized bed and you.