Love is a dream that becomes reality. It doesn't know what it is until it becomes. Love is a long pause that says nothing but speaks volumes. It knows when to speak and when to listen. Love is a distance of time versus place. Something is given without anyone losing. Love is exactly what the poets say it is. It is wild, crazy, unbounded, powerful; and all the other things written about it. Love is like a river where you come out clean. Life messes you up but love cleans you up. Love are a pair of wings that grow in the chest. It's like the Biblical seraphim who has pairs of wings covered with eyes because your spirit sees things the eyes know nothing about. Love is certainty, even if you break up and never see each other again. You're grateful you had it. Love is a dream that becomes a reality. The ends aren't quite fleshed out and you know something is different, but you don't know what exactly. The world is exactly what the poets say it is, and you let go of fear, because you have wings in your heart.