Love Undefined Poem by Marcus Lomboy

So here's a little a little blurb of spoken word. With no topic in mind, I put the pen down and write. Curves and circles creating letters which form so much more. From gloomy twilight skies, to sunny afternoons. I can accurately describe them all with words. But so many things are undefined. I can't even begin to describe them. Zero search results found when I Google'd the term.

And that term is love and what is is to me. But what is it really? And I come to the conclusion that an image is worth far more than a thousand words. So I place a picture of you next to a scribbled definition. But it's neither a noun, a verb, an adjective or a pronoun...it's just you and me. The pronunciation guide is a play button. A simple conversation between you and me. Engaged in romantic interlock about who loves the other more. Going back and forth until one of us gives up. Until one day we give up on the belief of you and me. That's when the wavelength starts to fade away...and so does the image of you and me.

Then the hues in the photograph desaturate into nothingness. And once again I'm left with another made up definition of love and no one to share it with.