Love! What Is It? Poem by Munashe Rupazo

They say love is a four letter word.
I'm sure it also comes with a meaning;
A meaning that satisfies its defined purpose.
I'm sure it exhausts its mission where it resides.
I'm sure it acts vigorously and passionately,
With every ample muscle and possible route.

What I mean to say is love is a four letter word.
A word that has a definition and character.
A word that does not hesitate to be what it is meant to be;
For what is purpose if not to be?

Love is a four letter word.
A word that has meaning fulfilled within the heart.
A character that enables and disables.
A kind that makes and breaks.
A thing that explodes with massive reaction.
A letter that holds more than four capabilities.

When God gave her a home to stay,
With the much force and passion to build and destroy,
To construct and destruct,
I'm sure God built the heart with sufficient walls of resistance and accommodation.

Because there are times when love is so sweet and tender,
And there are those when it tenderizes the sweetness of it's shelter.
There are times when love is so stubborn and tough,
There are those it toughens irrationally.

If heart had a choice,
If heart gave up on it's irrational tenant,
If the residence visa of love lapsed,
I'm sure we would seize to exist,
I'm sure we would loose sight of who we are as beings,
For what is human if not to be.
What is love if not to express.
A four letter word,
With a defined purpose,
And a calculated destiny.

It is what confides us in the zone of reaction and resistance,
It is what collects within the epidemic of the heart,
It gathers all extremes and make them meaningful,
And life begins to have meaning,
Because of the purpose love comes by,
To be!