• What is love?
    It is not something you can touch.
    It is not something you can taste or hear.
    The idea of love is a confusing thing in its self.
    I lie in my bed and think to myself.
    Who am I to deserve such love?
    It is not the love of parents.
    But of another friend.
    No, more than a friend.
    My great friend sits beside me resting her head on my shoulder.
    I lean over and hold her tightly.
    She is the one who makes me complete.

    By: Chase A. Grover