i dwell on love. i always come back to it. love is everything. love wins. what the heck IS love? i don't know. [but i know what it feels like.]

"when you say you love me, the world grows still - so still inside and

when you say you love me, in that moment, i know why i'm alive." ~Josh Groban

He loves me, and for that love i live.

no, nothing else matters,

no, not how i feel

for feelings are fickle

but love,

love is real.

"how cliche!" you scoff at me

"hypocrite," you groan.

what does this girl know of love?

and you're right. i am. i don't.

but i know that it's been given me

in unabated measure.

sweet gracious gift from those who've cared;

i clutch my undeserved treasure.

i don't doubt it for a second,

though i don't know from whence it came,

for i'm engulfed by warm contentment

every time you say my name.